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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; white_oaks</title>
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		<title>Campus morn</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[autumn]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dried blood brick and amber leaves petrify in memory, White oaks mirror a horizon-hung sun blinding Aldersgate glistens in algae-ic glow and the cupola scrutinizes the grounds festooned in frosty, sapphire shadows while violet, autumn ghosts polish campus concrete to a pasty panache.]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dried blood brick and amber leaves petrify in memory,<br />
White oaks mirror a horizon-hung sun blinding<br />
Aldersgate glistens in algae-ic glow<br />
and the cupola scrutinizes the grounds<br />
festooned in frosty, sapphire shadows<br />
while violet, autumn ghosts polish<br />
campus concrete to a pasty panache.</p>
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