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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; jiggle</title>
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		<title>My Porch Paradox</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Step up on the door step, dimly lit Brown boxes opened, tape slit, Balanced on my knee carefully bent, Held tightly under my chin&#8217;s whiskered dent. Slowly, I reach for the knob. If it turns, I might be robbed, An intruder invaded, maybe, But if it&#8217;s stuck, I&#8217;m forced to find my key and know [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Step up on the door step, dimly lit<br />
Brown boxes opened, tape slit,<br />
Balanced on my knee carefully bent,<br />
Held tightly under my chin&#8217;s whiskered dent.<br />
Slowly, I reach for the knob.<br />
If it turns, I might be robbed,<br />
An intruder invaded, maybe,<br />
But if it&#8217;s stuck, I&#8217;m forced to find my key<br />
and know my things are safe and sound<br />
as I jiggle my keys in the moonlight around.</p>
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