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		<title>Like a Rumpke truck</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[denial]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, a Rumpke truck hauling around crap all day. I need a place to unload what can I say? I&#8217;m sorry to soil the pearly white curtains, but I&#8217;ve got to let go Still surreal, like getting caught&#8211; that moment when you couldn&#8217;t consider lying. The denial eats away at the stomach lining growling for [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes, a Rumpke truck hauling around crap all day.<br />
I need a place to unload<br />
what can I say?<br />
I&#8217;m sorry to soil the pearly white curtains,<br />
but I&#8217;ve got to let go</p>
<p>Still surreal,<br />
like getting caught&#8211;<br />
that moment<br />
when you couldn&#8217;t consider lying.<br />
The denial eats<br />
away at the stomach lining<br />
growling<br />
for any nutrients,<br />
and a tender gardener.</p>
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