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		<title>Spring Morning on a Farm</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 18:03:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael King</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>My black-and-gray rooster crows.<br />
The sound of birds’ chatter<br />
filters through the morning.<br />
I open the icy gate<br />
and walk the familiar trail.</p>
<p>A cool, damp haze<br />
swirls around me.<br />
I carry the rusty bucket<br />
filled with a ton of feed;<br />
It pours like sifting sand<br />
into the concrete trough.</p>
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<p>Cowbells reverberate<br />
as they prance over the hill.<br />
Stopping beneath my willow tree,<br />
I watch them eat.</p>
<p>I turn around<br />
to head home,<br />
But first I pick the first<br />
Wild &#8230;</p>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My black-and-gray rooster crows.<br />
The sound of birds’ chatter<br />
filters through the morning.<br />
I open the icy gate<br />
and walk the familiar trail.</p>
<p>A cool, damp haze<br />
swirls around me.<br />
I carry the rusty bucket<br />
filled with a ton of feed;<br />
It pours like sifting sand<br />
into the concrete trough.</p>
<p><span id="more-2616"></span></p>
<p>Cowbells reverberate<br />
as they prance over the hill.<br />
Stopping beneath my willow tree,<br />
I watch them eat.</p>
<p>I turn around<br />
to head home,<br />
But first I pick the first<br />
Wild buttercup.</p>
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