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		<title>Fortune Cookies</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ron Rowland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2022 20:41:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Fortune Cookies Using chopsticks will make you appear wise As long as you don’t stick them in your eyes When eating the sweet ‘n’ sour pork Amateurs would be wise to use a fork Projecting a cold frown is beyond the worst While your smile is like a pleasant sunburst Nuts and bolts are necessary [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Bonus Points Whirlpool</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ron Rowland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2021 22:59:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Bonus Points Whirlpool (a terza rima) I started out with a blank canvas My quest was bonus points galore Scribbling an epic tale as big as Kansas You can&#8217;t buy bonus points at the store They are bestowed on us quite randomly But they don’t count for much anymore They’re like a golden sunset certainly I [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Going To The Farm When I Was Little</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ron Rowland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jun 2021 19:14:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Going To The Farm When I Was Little Years ago, when I was little (today it seems so long ago) my annual trip to grandpa’s farm would set me all aglow I’d always get a new straw hatand a pair of leather work bootsbecause you know, life on the farmis clearly no place for suits [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Cabin In The Woods</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ron Rowland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2021 11:06:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Cabin In The Woods endless rainstorm won’t let me out, won’t let me roam endless rainstorm relentless barrage lacking form safe within the place I call home my cabin in the woods alone endless rainstorm &#8212;&#8212; Linked to Linda Kruschke&#8217;s Paint Chip Rondelet Challenge. The challenge is to write a rondelet using one of the [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Low Risk Predictions</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ron Rowland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2021 20:09:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Low Risk Predictions I predict an abundant harvest from the rich soilthe kind that rewards us for our immense toil I predict the children will create a snow angelhigh in the alpine mountains where the snow fell I predict a night as black as an obsidian pantherto be followed by a glorious day filled with [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>They Came to Plymouth Rock</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ron Rowland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2021 19:20:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>They Came to Plymouth Rock They came to Plymouth Rock sixteen twenty was the year although that moniker was not in use for this place now held so dear They came in search of freedom to worship as they please willing to sacrifice their life enduring perils and 65 days at sea Survival was not [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>It Takes Two To Tango</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ron Rowland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2021 17:33:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>It Takes Two To Tango The dragonfly is not alone Two together are in a zone The laws of nature must condone Because it takes two to tango Lovers call up and say hello Agree to meet at the chateau Actions produce a nice warm glow Rejoice, it takes two to tango Flirting commences on [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Young and Old</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ron Rowland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2021 18:58:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Young and Old the young constantly yearn for more years on their age they believe it’s the answer being older all the rage full of hope and anticipation age and wisdom their goal not knowing their success will extract a tough toll sliding hard into old age goals quick as lightning reverse more years no [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Chase The Clouds Away</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ron Rowland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2021 21:44:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Chase The Clouds Away &#8212; A Saguaro Haibun Destination: Saguaro National Park. Driving west across portions of West Texas is a painful experience. Looking around, the landscape is devoid of nearly everything &#8212; no mountains, no lakes, no grass, no features, not even a tumbleweed. More akin to a moonscape: dry, boring, and monotonous. New [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Heart and Soul Aura</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ron Rowland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2021 18:07:22 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Love Poems]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The Heart and Soul Nebulas &#124; Image Credit &#38; Copyright:&#160;Leonardo Orazi Heart and Soul Aura Souls in this universe are more abundant than flora Can a heart and a soul share just one aura? A nebulous concept, central to life as we know it The idea that each heart and soul has an aura The [&#8230;]</p>
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