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        <title>deviantART: Popular Concrete Poetry in the last 4 weeks</title>
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        <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 00:35:14 PDT</pubDate>        
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                <title>my mom ain't no Sue</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 17:24:45 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">my mom ain't no Sue</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ApostolicJesusgirl</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://apostolicjesusgirl.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~ApostolicJesusgirl</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ was inspired by a tastes-like-diabetes Mother's Day thing. My mom doesn't taste like diabetes. She tastes like snozzberries.<br />But, hey, normal is boring. I love her just the way she is and she loves me! <a target="_self" href="http://pinkheart-plz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/p/i/pinkheart-plz.png?2" alt=":iconpinkheart-plz:" title="pinkheart-plz" /></a> she may kill me for posting this <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="387" title=";) (Wink)"/> if by a 0.5 in a billion chance she finds this, I love you mom! ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ my mom ain't no Sue<br />not perfectly good<br />she raised me to be<br />misunderstood<br /><br />she's caused me guilt <br />and grief<br />and wo<br />didn't love her once<br />and I let her go<br /><br />but that's all behind us<br />though storms still come<br />and if we were British, I'd say<br />"I love you, mum."<br /><br />'cause these days I mean it<br />and these days I do<br />but still my mother<br />ain't no Sue<br /><br />she's goofy and crazy<br />emotions ain't right<br />but she gives me chicken<br />so I guess she's alright<br /><br />she's crazy like me<br />and loves me to pieces<br />in its strangest form<br />this is still what love is<br /><br />I used to think<br />it would suck to be her<br />in appearance or action<br />would be the end of the world<br /><br />but she's not so bad now<br />she's  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ was inspired by a tastes-like-diabetes Mother's Day thing. My mom doesn't taste like diabetes. She tastes like snozzberries.<br />But, hey, normal is boring. I love her just the way she is and she loves me! <a target="_self" href="http://pinkheart-plz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/p/i/pinkheart-plz.png?2" alt=":iconpinkheart-plz:" title="pinkheart-plz" /></a> she may kill me for posting this <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="387" title=";) (Wink)"/> if by a 0.5 in a billion chance she finds this, I love you mom! ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>My Mother's Day</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 17:16:47 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">My Mother's Day</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">HumanStick</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://humanstick.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~HumanStick</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A poem I wrote for my mom for Mother's Day, yesterday. I thought I'd share!<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br />PLEASE DO NOT STEAL! ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ By: HumanStick<br />04/28/2013<br /><br />A smile of warmth and tenderness,<br />A glow that lights the room.<br />A spoken word, soft and mild<br />To chase away the gloom.<br /><br />Comfort for the day and night,<br />A hug to see me through.<br />Encouragement to kneel and pray.<br />Advice to start anew.<br /><br />Firm words to help me learn,<br />To make a better way.<br />A listening ear, intent on me<br />For when my sorrows stay.<br /><br />Tears to shed when life is hard.<br />And some when life is fair.<br />Lessons, always there for me,<br />To guide me, to prepare.<br /><br />A testamony to God above,<br />A strength of mind and heart.<br />Service to help others grow, <br />A joy for Nature's Art.<br /><br />Faith for when the days go dark,<br />Light to show the path.<br /> ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A poem I wrote for my mom for Mother's Day, yesterday. I thought I'd share!<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br />PLEASE DO NOT STEAL! ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Wielblad Eugeniusz part 2</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 08:03:34 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Wielblad Eugeniusz part 2</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Rhainbowh</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://rhainbowh.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Rhainbowh</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Poprzednia cz&#281;&#347;&#263;: <a href="http://rhainbowh.deviantart.com/art/Wielblad-Eugeniusz-part-1-369381099?q=gallery%3Arhainbowh%2F43347877&qo=13">[link]</a><br /><br />Dawno pisa&#322;am ostatni&#261; cz&#281;&#347;&#263; o3o Zrobi&#322;am teraz. Wiem, &#380;e kr&oacute;tkie, ale o to chodzi. Cenzurowa&#322;am niekt&oacute;re s&#322;owa, bo serio, od nast&#281;pnej cz&#281;&#347;ci b&#281;d&#261; kln&#261;&#263; XDD Po co w wieku 11 lat czyta&#322;am Rainbow Factory, oh god why ._. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[     - Sama se zrób &#347;niadanie - mrukn&#281;&#322;a Ms. Wielb&#322;&#261;d. - Nie mam do Was si&#322;y.<br />- A kto ma - Eugeniu spojrza&#322; na Kamilk&#281;. - Gdybym mia&#322; tak&#261; córk&#281; te&#380; bym oszala&#322;.<br />- Jeste&#347; moim bratem!<br />- Ale nie matk&#261; - Gieniu zacz&#261;&#322; robi&#263; sobie kanapk&#281;. - Z czym chcesz?<br />- M ms&#322;em rzhowym... - mrukn&#281;&#322;a Kamilka.<br />- Co?<br />- Z mas&#322;em orzechowym.<br />- Masz uczulenie - przypomnia&#322;a Ms. Wielb&#322;&#261;d.<br />- Cholera! No to ze srem.<br />Eugenio si&#281; za&#347;mia&#322;. Zrobi&#322; kanapk&#281; z serem i z mas&#322;em orzechowym. Kamilce poda&# ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Poprzednia cz&#281;&#347;&#263;: <a href="http://rhainbowh.deviantart.com/art/Wielblad-Eugeniusz-part-1-369381099?q=gallery%3Arhainbowh%2F43347877&qo=13">[link]</a><br /><br />Dawno pisa&#322;am ostatni&#261; cz&#281;&#347;&#263; o3o Zrobi&#322;am teraz. Wiem, &#380;e kr&oacute;tkie, ale o to chodzi. Cenzurowa&#322;am niekt&oacute;re s&#322;owa, bo serio, od nast&#281;pnej cz&#281;&#347;ci b&#281;d&#261; kln&#261;&#263; XDD Po co w wieku 11 lat czyta&#322;am Rainbow Factory, oh god why ._. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Acrostic 3</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 11:49:53 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Acrostic 3</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">captainfranko</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://captainfranko.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~captainfranko</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ 9th Grade English ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Tijuana is a nice place. tijuana is so<br />Important and a beautiful place. My tia <br />Juana lives in Tijuana. My tia Juana felt very<br />Unhappy to move to another country.<br />And there is another aunt of mine <br />Neat all of the time.<br />Always cleaning up and around.  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ 9th Grade English ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Que necesita la gente</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 20:48:01 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Que necesita la gente</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">bictrip</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://bictrip.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~bictrip</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ 17 de Mayo: Las palabras caerán. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Qué necesita la gente*<br /><br />Ropa, comida, agua, luz, frío, calor ... <br />Lo que no necesitamos siempre lo tenemos todos. No haberlo valorado es el error transversal antes de rodar por las escaleras. Lamento que nadie pueda entender aún el verdadero significado de la vida. Si fuera ese el caso, no existiría tanto daño psicológico en los días de cada persona. Es muy irreverente despertar, al darse cuenta minutos después de caerse inconsciente a los 16 años producto de una botella de vodka puro. Y muuuchos minutos antes, haber tocado con el actual guitarrista de Space Beer. Vistiendo de ter ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ 17 de Mayo: Las palabras caerán. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>"Love the loathe

embrace it s</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 20:03:09 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">"Love the loathe

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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">CallMeMamaC</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://callmemamac.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~CallMeMamaC</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ My Grampa. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ "Love the loathe<br /><br />embrace it so<br /><br />His eyes have faded to cataract and there&rsquo;s no stopping him now<br /><br />pale blue and white blind<br /><br />pain and plain stare stain<br /><br />dirty bandages and keep him comfortable<br /><br />cancer yellow skin again<br /><br />some days there is no connecting.<br /><br />Ticking hands of time<br /><br />in rolling veins that work.<br /><br />There is no deeper love than the love I feel for you. ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/f/2013/115/9/7/_quot_love_the_loathe__embrace_it_s_by_callmemamac-d63128j.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2013/115/9/7/_quot_love_the_loathe__embrace_it_s_by_callmemamac-d63128j.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ My Grampa.<br /><div><img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2013/115/9/7/_quot_love_the_loathe__embrace_it_s_by_callmemamac-d63128j.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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