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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; aristotle</title>
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		<title>Call up Captain Smith</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Call up Captain Smith and ask for a first class room. 1st, 2nd, 3rd class, pick your tomb. They&#8217;re busy trying to make it to the western shore. &#8220;Stay on the steam ship, it&#8217;s safer than with the oars.&#8221; I hear resounding between The deep sea creature&#8217;s tentacles And the luxury liner&#8217;s rust particles That [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Call up Captain Smith and ask for a first class room.<br />
1st, 2nd, 3rd class, pick your tomb.<br />
They&#8217;re busy trying to make it to the western shore.<br />
&#8220;Stay on the steam ship, it&#8217;s safer than with the oars.&#8221;<br />
I hear resounding between<br />
The deep sea creature&#8217;s tentacles<br />
And the luxury liner&#8217;s rust particles<br />
That saturates one&#8217;s mind.<br />
Aristotle&#8217;s modern tragic definition is defined<br />
Maritime for a lifetime<br />
And far beyond. It reached mine.</p>
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