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		<title>The Prey</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2006 23:53:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Morose Leonard</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He always knew that no one but he knows the touch of loneliness. And with loneliness, it mattered only that he accepted her company, and he partook in her fate-that of closing the door silently on the rest of the world. Now that the two have become one, the world had become silent in return.

That night, it rained incessantly. Torrential rain fell from the sky and plowed the world in a thousand small craters, and seemed to have washed it off of all that had come before this moment. Heaven wept in abandon, so it seemed, or maybe it was heaven’s blood-poured out to color the world with the indelible traces of hope. Whatever the case, it rained for all time-it rained for all men.

The rain is growing worse, he thought, as he climbed down the tree upon which he had perched. Over three hours had passed, since he and his dog Shepherd arrived at the plateau, for solitude-for relief. He hunted for relief, always for relief, even during the war when aiming at the terrorist mean preserving freedom. And freedom too was relief.
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		<title>Stripped</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2005 23:50:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eleanor George</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Stripped of your worth Stripped, of your beauty Stripped of who you are Stripped of love Stripped of your thoughts Stripped of memories Stripped of purpose Stripped of talent Stripped of dreams Stripped of self love Stripped Stripped to nothing to an &#8230; <a href="https://www.gedapub.com/poetry/stripped/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Just A Minute…</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2005 23:32:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eleanor George</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just for a minute. I want to step out of my life. Take a giant step to the Left          or              Right. Sometimes I just wanna take flight… And soar far above my life; Say goodbye to the strife. Lord, give &#8230; <a href="https://www.gedapub.com/poetry/just-a-minute%e2%80%a6/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Did You Know</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2004 16:04:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Errol W. Angus</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am registered as an independent voter because I could not support either the Democratic or the Republican Party.  I must confess though that my inclination has been more towards the Democratic Party.  Now the presidential campaign is locked in &#8230; <a href="https://www.gedapub.com/editorial/did-you-know/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Ashes</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2004 23:05:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cora Windover</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sunlight fades to dust Gone are all the friends we trust, Time happens to the best of us Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Moonlight sheds a tear another night, another year, reflecting on your hopes and fears Ashes to &#8230; <a href="https://www.gedapub.com/poetry/ashes/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>A Boy Was Born</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2004 16:36:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie Williams</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[And a boy was born……his heart was so torn By racism and fear…by thistles and thorns That his life brought to bear He liked nothing of himself….his heart ached Longing for death….but life was not through He had much more &#8230; <a href="https://www.gedapub.com/poetry/a-boy-was-born/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Date</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2004 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Madga Castellanos</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The kiwi had a morning flavor The tea a timeless scent, Words entwined with ease Outside, the windowed wall, Cold winds whispered Allure. When departure, Our feet knew only one way. And like a drop of water Rolling down a &#8230; <a href="https://www.gedapub.com/poetry/date/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>My Sistas</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2004 23:37:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Theresa Gomes</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My sistas what is going on? Do you not have pride or respect for your bodies? Or are we letting someone else control us&#8230; My sistas We deserve respect! We are the ones who stand beside our men when times &#8230; <a href="https://www.gedapub.com/poetry/my-sistas/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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