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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; stormy_night</title>
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		<title>Ride Home</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[High School]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[glare]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heart]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[shields]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[My windshield is maria menaced by metoers. Everything but my face is dry, But nothing shields my heart. I drive on; into the stormy night, with double glare; Should I pull over crying. &#8220;No more.&#8221; I cannot say: Can&#8217;t face. . . . this. We will now never&#8211;the same Can&#8217;t return&#8211; You as I did&#8211; [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My windshield is maria menaced by metoers.<br />
Everything but my face is dry,<br />
But nothing shields my heart.<br />
I drive on; into the stormy night,<br />
with double glare;<br />
Should I pull over<br />
crying.<br />
&#8220;No more.&#8221; I cannot say:<br />
Can&#8217;t face. . . . this.<br />
We will now never&#8211;the same<br />
Can&#8217;t return&#8211;<br />
You as I did&#8211;<br />
Once.</p>
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