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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; College</title>
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		<title>What if boot camp was what it was all about</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[berets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[forgotten]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[graduation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[longing]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[nostalgia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[old]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[passion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[past]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[penny_loafers]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[the pendulum swings and college slides down the bunk bed post, debunked of passion, penny loafers, worn, on ice rolling credits shower mortarboards the newly commissioned officers grow beards in battle and salute the retail mercenaries and baristas in berets]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the pendulum swings and<br />
college slides<br />
down the bunk bed post,<br />
debunked of passion,<br />
penny loafers, worn, on ice rolling<br />
credits shower mortarboards<br />
the newly commissioned officers<br />
grow beards in battle<br />
and salute the retail mercenaries<br />
and baristas in berets</p>
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		<title>Mantis religiosa (only-pricks-of-protein)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2004 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[faith]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[girlfriend]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[moaning]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Curious, I enter her sight as the lab coats watch administrating bright lights and magnifying glasses from above, ingesting her scent, I approach cautiously, we pray, we stare we flirt, we dance, our wings flitter against the glass ceiling&#8211;you stop. I tackle her into the grassy Green rolling around abdomens aligned. I gesture to leave, [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Curious, I enter her sight<br />
as the lab coats watch<br />
<em>administrating</em> bright lights and magnifying glasses <em>from above,</em><br />
ingesting her scent, I approach cautiously,<br />
we pray,<br />
we stare<br />
we flirt,<br />
we dance,<br />
our wings flitter<br />
against the glass ceiling&#8211;you stop.<br />
I tackle her into the grassy Green<br />
rolling around abdomens aligned.</p>
<p>I gesture to leave,<br />
but you blink and motion back,<br />
toothed arms rubbing my chest gripping<br />
her-moans&#8211;my fantasy,</p>
<p>locked, lips draw blood,<br />
her arms thrash my sternum,<br />
the S-bending of her abdomen revolves,<br />
she blinks again as the<br />
antennae lash out the eyes<br />
and the late summer sky.</p>
<p>Epilogue:<br />
<em>&#8220;Placing them in the same jar, the male, in alarm, endeavored to escape. In a few minutes the female succeeded in grasping him. She first bit off his front tarsus, and consumed the tibia and femur. Next she gnawed out his left eye&#8230;it seems to be only by accident that a male ever escapes alive from the embraces of his partner&#8221; </em><br />
-Leland Ossian Howard, Science, 1886</p>
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		<title>Then sings your soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[hymn]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[sing]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am amazed at the beauty that touches your tounge[sic]. Then sings my soul my Savior God to thee; You&#8217;re a good friend. I like being around you how great thou art, how great thou art! I&#8217;ll write a letter to recommend you if you ever need one. Then sings my soul my Savior God [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am amazed at the beauty that touches your tounge[sic].<br />
Then sings my soul my Savior God to thee;<br />
You&#8217;re a good friend. I like being around you<br />
how great thou art, how great thou art!<br />
I&#8217;ll write a letter to recommend you if you ever need one.<br />
Then sings my soul my Savior God to thee;<br />
i am thankful for you and your creative thoughtfulness.<br />
how great thou art, how great thou art!<br />
Several times I have thought about how good you are to me</p>
<p>Then sings your soul, my Savior god to me;<br />
how great thou art. . . how great thou art!</p>
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