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		<title>Wind Song</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 05:13:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wind Song I stand atop the mountain Horizon to horizon in sight Every way I turn The world at my command I unclasp the flute To play the song of space To weave the magic From then to now I urge the notes To create an enchantment Sparkles and flows appear And dance in the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>An Ode to a Cucumber Vine</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2010 23:42:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ilia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Who knew how large you would grow From the small sprout that I did sow Providing shade to your fellow plants with your vine The cucumbers you produced tasted so devine Day after day your happiness was a joy to behold You grew well beyond the time to fold You touched my life and my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nature Maestro</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 18:44:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Swinging my baton like a maestro I make my plants grow My baton looks like a shovel my podium like gravel I conduct an orchestra of plants and trees butterflies, birds and bumble bees ILIA © Copyright 2010]]></description>
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		<title>Laugh</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 18:02:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ilia</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[day]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[happy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ilia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Laughter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[smile]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It was a good laugh because of my gaffe first it was a jiggle that made me giggle with great clarity I saw the hilarity with eyes lit like glitter I didn&#8217;t restrain my titter for what it was worth I couldn&#8217;t contain my mirth Jellied knees buckling I continued chuckling down on the floor [...]]]></description>
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		<title>An Answer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 22:59:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ilia</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[answer]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jeroboam]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[You&#8217;re right, it is fun answering a poem with a poem It&#8217;s certainly not comparable to Jeroboam* In this situation it&#8217;s more like a causation that touches the heart with a creation of art ILIA © Copyright 3 May 10 * Jeroboam &#8211; noun:   (Old Testament) first king of the northern kingdom of Israel who [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Goodbye</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 02:55:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ilia</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bird]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[song]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[for the song birds that put the sun to sleep Goodbye, Goodbye dear friend I’ll see you again when you come around the bend Till then far thee well I’ll wait in the tree where I dwell Bye-bye so long I sing to you in my song In the descending night I won’t take flight [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Bunch of Sunshine</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 04:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ilia</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I purchased a bunch of sunshine I brought it to my home, it was so devine Every morning the sunshine beamed I would smile from ear to ear or so it seemed It poured out its rays That bunch of sunshine all throughout the days Until I found a ray on the floor to be [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bringing in the Dawn</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 21:19:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ilia</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Prose]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[astronomical sunrise]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bird]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Choir]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dawn]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Melody]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[song birds]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[task]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[twilight]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Today I found out what birds really do Their task starts when the morning sky Gives the glimmer of a new day That time is called Astronomical Twilight The time between dawn and sunrise It’s that time period when the sky is not completely lit Nor is it completely dark The birds awaken at the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Wonder&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 15:10:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ilia</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blunder]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Opie Taylor]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’ve got just one whisker sticking straight in the air Does that make me a unicorn, I wonder? My other whiskers curl wildly around my face I just have that one to keep me from a blunder (for our really cute Opie Taylor) ILIA © 1 Apr 10]]></description>
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		<title>Click</title>
		<link>http://art-of-ilia.com/literary/?p=69</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 17:26:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ilia</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[classiness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cleverness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heels]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ilia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[leopard dress]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Click, Click Clickity, clickity, click Holding herself with a graceful classiness Head held high, so sweet and filled with bliss The little lady gently tapped some more Across the vast expanse of the wood floor Oblivious, or so it seems, Of eyes turning her way, filled with dreams To see the petite princess Strut in [...]]]></description>
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