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	<title>Miller Land &#124; Our Family&#039;s Little Blog &#187; poetry</title>
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	<description>Life as we see it, among other things</description>
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		<title>The Moon</title>
		<link>http://www.millerland.org/2010/11/18/the-moon/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 16:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brent</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is from Lia&#8217;s poem book&#8230;
The moon follows you around all night.
It might be so creepy it gives you a fright.
But, think of how lonely he is at night.
He might even be shy
way up there in the sky.
You say, hi,
to the moon in the sky,
but he never says anything back.
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		<title>Midnight Wonders</title>
		<link>http://www.millerland.org/2010/10/06/midnight-wonders/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 20:29:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The moonlit sky,
The stars say hi,
The sun says bye.
The wolf howls to the moon,
it echoes far and wide.
The tide comes
and the birds lay in their nests,
The sun says hi,
The moon says bye,
We all had a good rest.


-Lia
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		<title>Writer on Writer</title>
		<link>http://www.millerland.org/2009/12/30/writer-on-writer/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 16:17:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brent</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Wobbly Words]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Writers on Writers
Why is it writer weds writer?
Opposites attract, or so it’s said —
Venus and Mars.
Maybe it’s because only a writer
can understand
the fragile question,
“Want to read something I wrote?”
– from the archives
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		<title>This is dedicated&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.millerland.org/2009/10/09/this-is-dedicated/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 20:25:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brent</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[eczema]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Move]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;to the one I love. Found it in the archives while packing.
Storm
You are
the eye of my storm,
the calm after it&#8217;s gone,
the sweet light
through the clouds
heralding the dawn.
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		<title>Crackpot</title>
		<link>http://www.millerland.org/2009/07/21/crackpot/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 23:35:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brent</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Crackpot
The crack in the pot,
if seen with the heart&#8217;s eyes,
makes it no less precious,
nor any less prized.
November 15, 2005
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		<title>You light up my poetry</title>
		<link>http://www.millerland.org/2009/02/03/you-light-up-my-poetry/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 17:16:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Suzanna</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Robert Frost]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Mikey came over for dinner the other night and we got into a discussion about poetry. Brent rummaged around for his poetry anthology, which has joined the ranks of things lost since redecorating.
&#8220;Which poem are you looking for?&#8221; I asked him.
&#8220;The one by Robert Frost,&#8221; he answered.
&#8220;It&#8217;s on the lamp,&#8221; said Lia.
And indeed it was [...]]]></description>
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