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		<title>The jungle of houses</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 20:59:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The jungle of houses Opens In a semicircle; Some next to others, Some behind others, Some on top of others, Some in front of others, All of them far from each other. With the same toy shop windows, The same russet coloured roof terraces, The same dun-coloured domes, The same faded facades, The same dismal [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Selvas de ciudad</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2010/12/16/selvas-de-ciudad/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 21:22:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Selvas de ciudad En semicírculo se abre la selva de casas: unas al lado de otras, unas detrás de otras, unas encima de otras, unas delante de otras, todas lejos de todas. Con las mismas ventanas de juguetería. Las mismas azoteas rojizas Las mismas cúpulas pardas. Los mismos frentes desteñidos. Las mismas rejas sombrías. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Code Poem For The French Resistance</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2010/09/03/code-poem-for-the-french-resistance/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 07:29:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; The life that I have is all that I have &#160; And the life that I have is yours. &#160; The love that I have of the life that I have &#160; Is yours and yours and yours. &#160; A sleep I shall have &#160; A rest I shall have, &#160; Yet death will [...]]]></description>
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		<title>From &#8211; Remembrance of Things Past</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2010/07/21/from-remembrance-of-things-past/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 16:23:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; “The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our own convenience.&#160; The memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment.&#160; And houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive , alas, as the years.” Marcel Proust]]></description>
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		<title>ONCE more into my arid days</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2010/07/01/once-more-into-my-arid-days/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 10:41:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; ONCE more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling underground, A treacherous messenger&#8211;the thought of you Comes to destroy me; once more I renew Firm faith in your abundance, whom I found Long since to be but just one other mound Of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Johnny</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2010/05/27/johnny/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 19:11:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; O the valley in the summer where I and my John Beside the deep reiver would walk on and on While the flowers at our feet and the birds up above Argued so sweetly on reciprocal love, And I leaned on his shoulder; &#34;O Johnny, let&#8217;s play&#34;: But he frowned like thunder and he [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Time of Roses</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2010/04/01/time-of-roses/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 10:41:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses— We pluck’d them as we pass’d! That churlish season never frown’d On early lovers yet: O no—the world was newly crown’d With flowers when first we met! ’Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Garden of Love</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2010/02/07/the-garden-of-love/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 15:11:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; The Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And &#8220;Thou shalt not&#8221; writ over the door; So I turn&#8217;d to the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>How to get on in society</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2009/12/13/how-to-get-on-in-society/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 09:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; How to get on in society Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I must have things daintily served. Are the requisites all in the toilet? The frills round the cutlets can wait Till the girl has replenished the cruets And switched [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Burning of the Leaves</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2009/10/03/the-burning-of-the-leaves/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 16:22:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke Wandering slowly into the weeping mist. Brittle and blotched, ragged and rotten sheaves! A flame seizes the smouldering ruin, and bites On stubborn stalks that crackle as they resist. The last hollyhock’s fallen tower [...]]]></description>
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