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		<title>She Laughs Lustily</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 01:12:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shannon Peil</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Like the honeybee furious in its task I would rip the abdomen devour the essence of life, my own run through that which stands in my way Of timeless flight and flutterings mid-air lovemaking of heartbeats measured in wingspan and anguished thrustings I now the honeycomb sweetened in your haste bathe in the efforts of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">Like the honeybee<br />
furious in its task<br />
I would rip the abdomen<br />
devour the essence of life, my own<br />
run through<br />
that which stands in my way</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">Of timeless flight<br />
and flutterings<br />
mid-air lovemaking<br />
of heartbeats measured in wingspan<br />
and anguished thrustings</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">I now<br />
the honeycomb<br />
sweetened in your haste<br />
bathe in the efforts of your force<br />
and fall from the sky<br />
Bee again</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">Yellow then black, yellow then black<br />
as sweet as nectar<br />
as ripe as spring</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff;"><br />
</span></p>
<h5 style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #ffffff;">© Dawn A.  Green, 2010</span></h5>
<h5 style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #ffffff;"><a title="Dawn A. Green" href="http://amphibi.us/category/dawnagreen">[others]</a></span></h5>
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		<title>The Deed</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 19:18:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shannon Peil</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[tell the tale without the presence of darkness or light whose shadows and intrusions mar the color of truth gray-brown like the indignation of one at odds with his self take the tattered wordsmith from the podiums of religion and sever the wagging tongue from the exclusive sect that the sun might set in the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">tell the tale<br />
without the presence of darkness or light<br />
whose shadows and intrusions<br />
mar the color of truth<br />
gray-brown like the indignation<br />
of one at odds with his self</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">take the tattered wordsmith from the podiums of religion<br />
and sever the wagging tongue from the exclusive sect<br />
that the sun might set<br />
in the valley of the demon and rise<br />
within the crest of the angel’s wind</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">sing of the beige that prevails<br />
the muddy medley of the human soul<br />
of the inclination to speak harm<br />
and the instinct to heal<br />
all one, neither colorful<br />
nor colorless</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">Speak that basic brown dialect of self-knowing<br />
the generous jive of ashes doomed to dust<br />
I am the angel, I am the demon<br />
all good and all evil<br />
lies in me</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff;"><br />
</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff;"><br />
</span></p>
<h5 style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #ffffff;">© Dawn A.  Green, 2010</span></h5>
<h5 style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #ffffff;"><a title="Dawn A. Green" href="http://amphibi.us/category/dawnagreen">[others]</a></span></h5>
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