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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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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; [...]]]></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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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,     [...]]]></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>
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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:      [...]]]></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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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, [...]]]></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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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?    [...]]]></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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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!      [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Silver</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2009/09/03/silver/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 16:37:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Slowly, silently, now the moon     Walks the night in her silver shoon;      This way, and that, she peers, and sees      Silver fruit upon silver trees;      One by one the casements catch      [...]]]></description>
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		<title>MAGPIES IN PICARDY</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2009/08/19/magpies-in-picardy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 18:57:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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&#160; The magpies in Picardy     &#160; Are more than I can tell.      &#160; They flicker down the dusty roads      &#160; And cast a magic spell      &#160; On the men who march through Picardy,    [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Anthem for Doomed Youth</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2009/08/05/anthem-for-doomed-youth/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 07:18:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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What passing-bells for those who die as cattle?     &#8211;Only the monstrous anger of the guns.      Only the stuttering rifles&#8217; rapid rattle      Can patter out their hasty orisons.      No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Afternoons</title>
		<link>http://www.ahorse.co.uk/2009/07/01/afternoons/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 12:45:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Martin</dc:creator>
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Summer is fading:     The leaves fall in ones and twos      From trees bordering      The new recreation ground.      In the hollows of afternoons      Young mothers assemble      At [...]]]></description>
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