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		<title>Fact and Fiction</title>
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		<description>Poems of truth and poems of past lore, here you can put stories about the world around us and its illustrious history. Moderator: Anubis</description>
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			<title>The Deer</title>
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			<description>I sat alone on a hilltop vale, watching the sky turn dark,

And the moon creep over the ridge,

When from the trees came a creature so frightful, so flighty,

All dressed in earthy brown smudged.

For a moment it paused, so weary of the creature of me,

It feared what I was, understandably.

After a moment, it looked away and grazed its fill,

All the  while, I sat to see.

When its time was done, off it ran into deep forest,

Whether to live its life or feed another's,

And I realized  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:57:40 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>The lonely grave.</title>
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			<dc:creator>Anubis</dc:creator>
			<description>The smoke rises from the battle field 

The blue coats stand tall. 

They are clearing the battle field 

When they find one gray solider still alive.

They take him the the general who recognizes him right away.

It is his brother,  tears flood his face. 

Long into the night he nurses his brother.

Alass  before day break his cry is heard for miles.

When the sun peeks over the horizon 

one gray grave is dug by his blue brother. 



Let us not forget the horriors of wars won for  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 13:20:57 GMT</pubDate>
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