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	<title>Enchanted Poetry &#187; poem</title>
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	<description>Written by Lady Kathleen</description>
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		<title>Teeth</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 20:58:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[No Style Format]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[despair]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[false teeth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hell]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hid]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lost]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mirror]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[old grandma]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[own little world]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[scared person]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[smile]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[span]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[  I can&#8217;t say I don&#8217;t like my life, For that would be far from the truth. But there is one thing that bothers me so And that was the day, I lost all my teeth. It would not have &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/teeth/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chatty Cathy</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/chatty-cathy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 20:18:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[No Style Format]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[chatty cathy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[chatty kathy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dad]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[laugh]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[new friend]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nick name]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[three feet]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I made my Dad laugh and roll on the floor. As he came home with a gift from the mall. &#8216;Chatty Cathy&#8217; was my most favorite toy. Both Doll and I were only three feet tall. As I opened the &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/chatty-cathy/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Royal Family</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/royal-family/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 19:59:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Family]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mirrored Refrain]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[castles]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[family tree]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[queens and kings]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[royal blood line]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[royal family]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sleep]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I remember Mom and the stories she told. The best was the one at the young age of nine. In the family tree of Queens and Kings. Mom said, &#8220;You are from a Royal Blood Line. Before she can start &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/royal-family/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Dreams Too Real</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/dreams-too-real/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 19:10:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Villanelle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dismay]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dreams meanings]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ferris wheel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hidden meanings]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[making love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[man in the middle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[running]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[squeal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[three doors]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wheel]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Many hidden meanings does this conceal I&#8217;m running, I&#8217;m running, I&#8217;m running away Dreams are hard to believe they are surreal A large table setup with a grand meal, With a man in the middle made of clay. Many hidden &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/dreams-too-real/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Pantoum Dreams</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/pantoum-dreams/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 18:34:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Petrachan]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[colors]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dread tomorrow]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dreams]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[floating clouds]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[head rhyme]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ Floating clouds are all around, that gives the air of dreaming. Tomorrow&#8217;s poem I will write starts to stir in my head, Rhyme this; rhyme that, I turn to hear someone screaming. Ahead there is a road, behind me is &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/pantoum-dreams/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>To Teardrop</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/to-teardrop/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 17:30:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[People]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Rhyme]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heart]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[smile face]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[teardrop]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[This is dedicated to you dear sweet teardrop, to fill you with joy, so that your pain can stop. I know that your pain is heavy some days, but we are here to help in so many ways. To bring &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/to-teardrop/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Writing Poems</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/writing-poems/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 17:11:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Other]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Septolet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[giving birth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poems poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[writing poems]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[writing poetry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://ladykathleen.com/?p=332</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Writing Wonderful Poetry is like giving birth Painful during Labor and Joyful when done Poem Style &#8211; Septolet / Poem Catagory &#8211; Other Written by Lady Kathleen Possibly Related Posts: Rhyme Royal Empyrean Fascination Afterlife of Death Tell me Angel &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/writing-poems/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Desert Primrose</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/desert-primrose/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 15:33:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Nature]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Tanka]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[desert flower]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[desert heat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[deserts]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dirt]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[petals]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[primrose flower]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rainwater]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sunlight]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Tanka. Nature]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[white flower]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[young man]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Deserts driest heat Makes a young man look older Turns dirt into sand Lacks sufficient rainwater For something supple and green A Desert Primrose White flower with four petals Forming a saucer Centers of yellow sunlight Can turn a desert &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/desert-primrose/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Scared e Cat</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/scared-e-cat/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 14:45:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Acrostic]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Funny]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cat cat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tiny mouse]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://ladykathleen.com/?p=240</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[  Cat not yet full grown Afraid of that tiny mouse Telling you &#8220;This Big&#8221;   Poem Style &#8211; Acrostic / Poem Catagory &#8211; Funny Written by Lady Kathleen Possibly Related Posts: The Prince and the Rock Man of no &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/scared-e-cat/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>From Wings of Angels</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/from-wings-of-angels/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 13:40:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Rhyme]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cheek]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[clouds]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heart string]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pure love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sit]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sleep]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sweet words]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tug]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wings of angels]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[As we sit up above the clouds, just pondering love, We feel your heart string reaching out to ours, with a tug. Your heart string is so strong, because it is filled with some pain. Let us help you to &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/from-wings-of-angels/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>What do you see when you look at me?</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/what-do-you-see-when-you-look-at-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 10:53:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Rhyme]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bad dreams]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[little smile]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[loneliness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[something in the night]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://ladykathleen.com/?p=428</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In this world of mine as I watch it go by, All you want to know is who am I? Am I what everyone sees on the outside? Or am I really hidden somewhere deep inside? There has been a &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/what-do-you-see-when-you-look-at-me/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Prince and the Rock</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/the-prince-and-the-rock/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 10:22:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Funny]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Limerick]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lass]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[o clock]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[prince]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[princess]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[queen mother]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[royal decree]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[young love]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time there was a Prince, Whose Queen mother he had to convince. Royalty she demands. To help rule our fine lands. And just the thought of this made him wince. The young Prince fell in love with &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/the-prince-and-the-rock/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>My Great Grand Uncle, E.J. Smith</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/my-great-grand-uncle-e-j-smith/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 07:42:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Pantoum]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Titanic]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[acts]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bravery]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[calvinistic]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[face of death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gallant]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[grandeur of the sea]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[great waves]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[j smith]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[sea man]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ships]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There is something Calvinistic about this man of the old-sea breed. Where they never outgrow the wild grandeur of the sea. They go down with their ships, of their own choice and never recede. This man was of quiet demeanor &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/my-great-grand-uncle-e-j-smith/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Time To Find</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/time-to-find/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 06:58:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Limerick]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[aisle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dad]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fool]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[funny farm]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heart]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[insane]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[marriage]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[old boyfriend]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[second marriage]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was new, just out of high school, I did something that made me a fool. I got married to a man, That beat me so I ran, And told the judge he was mean and cruel. You would &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/time-to-find/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Rhyme Royal Empyrean Fascination</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/rhyme-royal-empyrean-fascination/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 06:11:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Other]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Rhyme Royal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[adoration]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[awe]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[azure sky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[birds]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[brilliance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[definitions]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dream world]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[liking]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[revere]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Rhyme]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I have an empyrean fascination with words Words expressing our kaleidoscopic world Like an ambient azure sky filled with birds Revere sublime words, as they are unfurled Like a blanket of a spectral dream world Incandescent thoughts are what words &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/rhyme-royal-empyrean-fascination/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>It&#8217;s ME</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/its-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 05:34:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Limerick]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blue eyes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Limrick]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[red hair]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[smile]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[welsh]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Red hair, blue eyes, the first thing you see, Partly Scottish and Irish I be Also English, and Welsh, With a smile you can&#8217;t squelch. This is what you see when you see ME. What you don&#8217;t see when you &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/its-me/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Man UnKnown</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/man-unknown/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 05:13:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[People]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Terra Rima]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dismay]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[half a mind]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[new man]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poems]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rhymes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rima]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[serenade]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[This man unknown I write about today, A teacher, not so easily impressed And makes you strive to write in a new way.This man unknown does only want the best So do not write your poems with half a mind &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/man-unknown/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Afterlife of Death</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/afterlife-of-death/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 04:50:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Other]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sonnet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[afterlife of death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sweet soul]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[For us in death is there an afterlife? Do we know what is on the other side? We ask these questions all the time in life But only answer it when we have died. It is up to each of &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/afterlife-of-death/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Easter Day</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/easter-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 03:58:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Seasonal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Terra Rima]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[church time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[easter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[easter baskets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[easter bonnets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[easter bunny]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[easter day]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[easter eggs]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[eggs easter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[glee]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[grass]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hunt eggs]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hunting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[main streets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[religious persons]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rima]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sweets]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[On Easter day it is a time for all. For some it is a time to go to church, For some they see the Easter bunny call. This is what I have found in my research, Religious persons the good &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/easter-day/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>More Alone</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/more-alone/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 02:43:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sestina]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dog walking]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[matter of time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[music]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[music cause]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nerve]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[outcast]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[own little corner]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[porch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[quiet time]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Recently we moved to a new place, And being new anywhere is very hard. But it&#8217;s even harder when you don&#8217;t know The language they are speaking all the time. This problem can make you feel very alone   When &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/more-alone/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>You still have all of me</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/you-still-have-all-of-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 23:40:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Kyrielle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[broken heart]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[catagory]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[guarantee]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[shed]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[vow]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[vows]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[We made our vows the day we wed, You unlocked my heart with a key. A heart is broke; a tear is shed, My Love, you still have all of me. It did not happen in a night, This vow &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/you-still-have-all-of-me/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>There once was a Lady from Zeet</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/there-once-was-a-lady-from-zeet/</link>
		<comments>http://ladykathleen.com/there-once-was-a-lady-from-zeet/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 23:11:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Funny]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[funny lady]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[zeet]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There once was a Lady from Zeet, That thought she had very large feet. For being so tall, they were really quite small, and everyone thought they were neat. Even though this lady was discreet, You could see her from &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/there-once-was-a-lady-from-zeet/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Reflections of the Past</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/reflections-of-the-past/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 22:06:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[No Style Format]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Personal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[despair]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[desperate time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[extreme pain]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[few words]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[loose control]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nothing in the world]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[reflections]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[short time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[style format]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It was a desperate time when despair was consuming, It seemed as nothing in the world was real. Only a short time before most everything seemed good. Then everything in the whole world lost its appeal. To explain how one &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/reflections-of-the-past/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>To My Son</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/to-my-son/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 20:19:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Family]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[heart]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mother son]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[overseas land]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sleep]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I miss you, my son, when you are so far away in the overseas land. I miss you, my son, when you are so far away in the overseas land. Even though you are grown up now I still miss &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/to-my-son/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Tell me Angel why am I here</title>
		<link>http://ladykathleen.com/tell-me-angel-why-am-i-here/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 19:17:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ladykathleen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Other]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Rhyme]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[angel painting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lady kathleen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[muse]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[silence]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[(painting interpretation)   Tell me Angel why am I here, Tell me now, does my time draw so near? Speak to me Angel there is nothing I fear. As I sit here next you I ponder my fate, I muse &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://ladykathleen.com/tell-me-angel-why-am-i-here/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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