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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; hell</title>
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		<title>When the strings and co come to town</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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		<description><![CDATA[No wonder the 19th century poets were ope&#8217; addicts. No television, And it took an orchestra from Vienna to reach earthly heaven Death knolls were entertainment, kinda grabs you by the neck, no? but no-bells (Prizes) for imagination Can&#8217;t wait for my dream sequel, if death were dreaming, there&#8217;d be no Hell &#8220;Oh, I&#8217;ll fly [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No wonder the 19th century poets were ope&#8217; addicts.<br />
No television,<br />
And it took an orchestra from Vienna to reach earthly heaven<br />
Death knolls were entertainment,<br />
kinda grabs you by the neck, no?<br />
but no-bells (Prizes) for imagination<br />
Can&#8217;t wait for my dream sequel,<br />
if death were dreaming, there&#8217;d be no Hell<br />
&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;ll fly away, dear Jesus,&#8221;<br />
when the strings and co. come to town<br />
swooping in and out of appreciation<br />
between epiphany<br />
and wonder transcending</p>
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		<title>One dog sniffs &#8211; a poet&#8217;s calling</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One dog sniffs the other&#8217;s behind, &#8220;You artistic?&#8221; he asks. no hiding, let&#8217;s follow our noses: {Adultery in the reception line} ignored&#8221;”the best man wants to hug the bride. {Hell in the visitation line} ignored&#8221;”the mother collapses on the casket. my roommate sometimes smells my children &#8220;What&#8217;s the raison de etre of your joie de [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One dog sniffs the other&#8217;s behind,<br />
&#8220;You artistic?&#8221; he asks.</p>
<p>no hiding, let&#8217;s follow our noses:<br />
{Adultery in the reception line}<br />
ignored&#8221;”the best man wants to hug the bride.<br />
{Hell in the visitation line}<br />
ignored&#8221;”the mother collapses on the casket.</p>
<p>my roommate sometimes smells my children<br />
&#8220;What&#8217;s the raison de etre of your joie de vivre,&#8221; he asks.<br />
&#8220;I don&#8217;t know,&#8221; I reply,<br />
&#8220;but it sure sounded like a female in a men&#8217;s restroom:<br />
good and frightening.&#8221;</p>
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