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	<description>Poetry by Gordon Grubb Bridgnorth</description>
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		<title>A Leven Loch Dream</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:50:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon Grubb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I sense a calling to the Highlands The beckoning of a glen A need to walk in heather Once trod by fearless men I dream of distant mountains Where the golden eagle flies In this dream I seek tranquility And no other compromise Until I sit beside a peaty stream Hear the bracken sing its [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ode To Springtime</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:49:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon Grubb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Not one am I to wish this pleasing life away, Or seek the seasons drift in haste, But as I view this dank and drizzled place. I pine for darling buds of May. But soon no more do I dream a brighter day, As I idle through this Winter scene, For there I see a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ESMERELLDA</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:47:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon Grubb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[MAID OF SWEET HEATHER PERFUMED HAIR,  CAMP FIRE REFLECTIONS IN YOUR STARE, PRANCING NEATH A SUMMERS HARVEST MOON , TO TAMBOURINES AND FIDDLERS TUNE, YOUR FINERY OF CALICO AND SPIDER LACE, INSTALLS IN ME A WARM EMBRACE, WHY OH WHY YOUR GYPSY SPELL, NOW IN YOUR HEART I CANNOT DWELL, BAREFOOT ON DEWEY PASTURE GREEN, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>PONY EXPRESS E-MAIL</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:47:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon Grubb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[WHAT IF E-MAIL CAME ON HORSE BACK JUST LIKE THE WILD WEST, A MESSAGE SENT ON SUNDAY NIGHT YOU&#8217;D GET ON FRIDAY NEXT, WHAT IF A HANDSOME COWBOY CAME CRASHING THROUGH YOUR SCREENS, EACH TIME YOU PRESSED THE INBOX JOHN WAYNE DRESSED IN HIS JEANS]]></description>
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		<title>FLOWN THE NEST</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:46:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon Grubb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Observing my cat (named Crouch)eying up small birds who have just flown the nest..  FRAIL FLEDGLING BIRD THE NEST YOU HAVE FLOWN, THE WORLD IS NOW YOUR REALM,  BEWARE OF CROUCH SLY TIGER CAT, PREY KEEP YOUR SMALL EYES TO THE HELM,  HEED WELL SWEET MOTHERS LOVING CRY WHEN TRAGEDY DO LURK,  ONE OBSERVENT LAPSE [...]]]></description>
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		<title>MY GRAPE PEELING DAYS ARE OVER</title>
		<link>http://www.shroplad.co.uk/poems/my-grape-peeling-days-are-over/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:45:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon Grubb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[DO PEEL ME A GRAPE DEAREST ROBBY,  PLEASE HURRY AND BE A GOOD CHUM  THIS  SCIATICA ABOUT MY LOWER REGION  IS MAKING ME FRIGHTFULLY GLUM,    ,  YOUR GRAPE DAYS MY DEAR ARE OVER  I SIMPLY REFUSE TO PEEL ANY MORE,  ITS BACK TO THE KITCHEN DEAR MABEL   AND TO SCRUBBING THE BATHROOM FLOOR,  NO MORE [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ALONE, OH NO NOT I</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:45:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon Grubb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[HOW OFT I TREAD THIS RUGGED WAY, NEATH EVERY SEASONS WONDEROUS SKY, ALONE,ALONE, OH NO NOT I, FOR THERE AROUND EACH TWISTING BEND, IN EACH AND EVERY STRIDE IS NATURES FRIEND]]></description>
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		<title>IN MY SELFISH TIME</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:44:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon Grubb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A NORTH WIND BLEW THAT STIRRED THE SEA ACROSS MY SECRET BAY, GREEN KELP DANCED LIKE MERMAIDS TAILS OTTERS WERE AT PLAY, HUNGER CALLS FROM SEAGULLS FAINTLY ECHOED DISTANT IN THE SKY, AND IN MY NEED TO BE ALONE I WISHED FOR NO ONE TO PASS BY, WAS THEN THE FEEL OF GUILT CAME TO [...]]]></description>
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		<title>MATCHMAKERS ADVICE TO MISS ANNEBELL</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:43:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon Grubb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[MISS ANNEBELL NOLOVE DO REFRAIN FROM DESPAIR,   YOU LOOK FRIGHTFULLY SAD AS YOU WEEP IN YOUR CHAIR,   THERE IS ALWAYS FRED SIMPSON WHO LIVES AT FOURTEEN,   PERHAPS NOT THE MOST HANDSOMIST THAT ONES EVER SEEN,   BUT HE DRIVES A MERCEDES AND HAS FINE CURLY HAIR,   AND HE OWNS THE PET [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A ROAD CALLED MALICE</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:43:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon Grubb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[VENGEANCE RIDES THE CRIPPLING ROAD, AND DRINKS FROM HATREDS CHALICE, THAT HOLDS THE WINE OF RETRIBUTE, REVENGE,DESPISE AND MALICE.]]></description>
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