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  <title>in black and white - Poetry Writting - tribe.net</title>
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    <title>in black and white</title>
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    <author>
      <name>rob</name>
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    <id>http://lisapoetry.tribe.net/thread/f5ecf93c-eb18-412d-9dd8-ceccafb083eb#f68b1540-e977-4f00-94d5-6483de38c55a</id>
    <updated>2009-01-17T03:55:17Z</updated>
    <published>2009-01-17T03:55:17Z</published>
    <summary type="html">The voice was reason &#xD;
clear and true but softened by a lisp,&#xD;
head lightly tilted to one side&#xD;
in dulcet tones&#xD;
my pied visitor explained to me&#xD;
about the coming of a darker season,&#xD;
“your summers will fly by swift on robin’s wings&#xD;
and your soul weighted black with shadow&#xD;
and  unreason”,&#xD;
his beady eye took on a hardened glint&#xD;
slightly shifting stance&#xD;
balancing body from one leg t’other&#xD;
one long drawn out glance&#xD;
then a gruff reply &#xD;
to my haunted cry&#xD;
so then,&#xD;
do not ever tell another lie</summary>
    <dc:creator>rob</dc:creator>
    <dc:date>2009-01-17T03:55:17Z</dc:date>
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