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		<title>Look to this day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 01:01:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Look to this day: For it is life, the very life of life. In its brief course Lie all the verities and realities of your existence. The bliss of growth, The glory of action, The splendour of achievement Are but experiences of time. For yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=asaltydog.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1331506&amp;post=411&amp;subd=asaltydog&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Cinnamon Peeler</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek You could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain of whom they approached though you might bathe under [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=asaltydog.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1331506&amp;post=360&amp;subd=asaltydog&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Dónal Óg (Young Daniel)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is late last night the dog was speaking of you; the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh. It is you are the lonely bird through the woods; and that you may be without a mate until you find me. You promised me, and you said a lie to me, that you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=asaltydog.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1331506&amp;post=324&amp;subd=asaltydog&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons I learned from you</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 17:36:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[How a kiss is not just a kiss Your simple touch, transparently playing with our dreams See how I can tease you with my lips, without anyone knowing It is only a game that lovers play, with affection You know how it is The soft caress of your face on mine Delights of embarrassment, hiding [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=asaltydog.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1331506&amp;post=322&amp;subd=asaltydog&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>In retrospect</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 22:09:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[With just one touch I have stolen your heart beat, it moves under the bones of your wrist. I feel the soft art of your hands on my skin, and watch the slim turquoise veins tremble under your arm. A small pulse next to my thumb, tingles, as I count the beats in my mind. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=asaltydog.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1331506&amp;post=311&amp;subd=asaltydog&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>An overused word</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 22:51:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If I could touch you in this moment We might fall in love The lightness of your body need no longer be alone So I am listening to you now Quietly in my heart Your arms holding me in the night Against the line of your body Each soft breath kisses me through your sleep Radiating [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=asaltydog.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1331506&amp;post=306&amp;subd=asaltydog&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Waiting for the polar bears</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 18:42:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I can remember the sparkle of your reflection even now; but the coldness of your words often makes me sad. Then I ask myself, why were you so cruel to me? However, it is too late in the year to care just now, as there seems to be a lack of colour in my life, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=asaltydog.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1331506&amp;post=294&amp;subd=asaltydog&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Looking For Your Face</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 14:04:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your face but today I have seen it Today I have seen the charm, the beauty, the unfathomable grace of the face that I was looking for Today I have found you and those who laughed and scorned me yesterday are sorry that they [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=asaltydog.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1331506&amp;post=279&amp;subd=asaltydog&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Drowning, not waving</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 19:04:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Neda Agha Soltan&#8230; Posted in Blogroll, Writing Tagged: Iran, Writing<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=asaltydog.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1331506&amp;post=276&amp;subd=asaltydog&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Speak to me from silent places and I will blind you with tears</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 22:55:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Poem for the rooftops of Iran Friday the 19th of June 2009 Tomorrow, Saturday Tomorrow is a day of destiny Tonight, the cries of Allah-o Akbar are heard louder and louder than the nights before. Where is this place? Where is this place where every door is closed? Where is this place where people are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=asaltydog.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1331506&amp;post=272&amp;subd=asaltydog&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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