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	<title>Comments on: Wild wordshaped worlds : words make flesh</title>
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		<title>By: Rod</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rod</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Feb 2007 03:20:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Maxie,He was deliciously gifted, wasn't he?I came across Uncle Walt's YAWP quote originally in "Dead Poets' Society," Robin Williams first serious role, if you don't count "The World According to Garp."Three days after this post, I wrote a poem called "Before I Die," in celebration of the first time two colored coaches met in the SuperBowl--the premier stage for American Football--and, at the same time, praying to put an end to all wars. It was hard to do, it made me cry, and a huge burden lifted off my shoulders when I finally posted...Take care, and thanks for your recent visit.All the best,R&lt;b&gt;P.S. Haven't had a chance to check your Flicker gallery lately. Any new gems???&lt;/b&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Maxie,He was deliciously gifted, wasn&#8217;t he?I came across Uncle Walt&#8217;s YAWP quote originally in &#8220;Dead Poets&#8217; Society,&#8221; Robin Williams first serious role, if you don&#8217;t count &#8220;The World According to Garp.&#8221;Three days after this post, I wrote a poem called &#8220;Before I Die,&#8221; in celebration of the first time two colored coaches met in the SuperBowl&#8211;the premier stage for American Football&#8211;and, at the same time, praying to put an end to all wars. It was hard to do, it made me cry, and a huge burden lifted off my shoulders when I finally posted&#8230;Take care, and thanks for your recent visit.All the best,R<b>P.S. Haven&#8217;t had a chance to check your Flicker gallery lately. Any new gems???</b></p>
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