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	<title>4 Trumpets &#187; battle</title>
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		<title>Stealing the Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 03:35:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No thought or formula,
No belief or religion
Can stop your wiles
Endless foolery perhaps;
A trickster to crack a trickster.
*  *  *
I walk along a sandy shore.
The low silvery sun shimmers
liquid metal upon the sea.
Sitting alone,
Legs stretched in front,
A young woman with both hands
Kneeding the sand before her
In slow rhythmic motion,
Forward, then back,
Forward, back.
Her long jeans
Wet [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Turning Your Way</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:44:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In Franco Zeffirelli’s movie Brother Sun Sister Moon about Saint Francis’ early life, the first song by Donovan is a beautiful accompaniment to the scene where Francis returns desperately ill from feudal battles and prison to his home town of Assisi.
Oh the drums are so mournful my dear oh my love
As my thoughts they are [...]]]></description>
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