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	<title>Raisin Braden &#187; Poetry</title>
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	<description>An Argosy Of Thoughts Almost Forgotten</description>
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		<title>The Dusty Best Of Time</title>
		<link>http://raisinbraden.com/2008/06/the-dusty-best-of-time/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 17:57:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Braden</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[BEST OF MAN Leave the best of man. The future has little time. No one to browse our writing. Only to select and praise few rhymes. Your life feels very short but even shorter when you are dead and being remembered by those who never knew you. So capture the best in your home, your [...]<hr /><small>Copyright &#169; 2008 Braden Stephens. This feed is for personal, non-commercial use only. <br /> The use of this feed on other websites breaches copyright. [Digital Fingerprint:<br /> raisinbraden8288580242304a0f2f48bee557e80cac (38.107.179.227) ]</small>]]></description>
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		<title>Thinking About Forever</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 19:39:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Braden</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[PIE IN THE SKY I told you I was quiet and shy You believed me My pie in the sky You said some things don&#8217;t matter Living your life is sometimes&#8230; And other times sadder Where can this happen? My love, a you, and gone the latter Stars explode to shed this light And the [...]<hr /><small>Copyright &#169; 2008 Braden Stephens. This feed is for personal, non-commercial use only. <br /> The use of this feed on other websites breaches copyright. [Digital Fingerprint:<br /> raisinbraden8288580242304a0f2f48bee557e80cac (38.107.179.227) ]</small>]]></description>
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		<title>A Short Trip To Reality</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 17:02:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Braden</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Modern Living I thought I lost you I turned, you were gone. Up and down aisle nine I never saw the sign. Then I saw you standing in line &#8230;dropping the cantaloupe &#8230;looking at him I went searching for a bottle of wine. You said he was a friend. I&#8217;m sure he was. Taking advantage [...]<hr /><small>Copyright &#169; 2008 Braden Stephens. This feed is for personal, non-commercial use only. <br /> The use of this feed on other websites breaches copyright. [Digital Fingerprint:<br /> raisinbraden8288580242304a0f2f48bee557e80cac (38.107.179.227) ]</small>]]></description>
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		<title>Cold Or Hot, It&#8217;s Always Sake Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 22:55:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Braden</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sake Hello. Sake? No. Why not? Don&#8217;t know. Why not? Don&#8217;t&#8230;OK. Sake. Good. Waiting for someone? Yes. More Sake? No. Why not? Look&#8230;OK, more sake. Good. She arrives&#8230; Lot&#8217;s of sake&#8230; Yes. Why? Hello, more sake? See? No. Why not? Did I miss something? She late. Dynamite for one? No. More sake. More sake? You [...]<hr /><small>Copyright &#169; 2008 Braden Stephens. This feed is for personal, non-commercial use only. <br /> The use of this feed on other websites breaches copyright. [Digital Fingerprint:<br /> raisinbraden8288580242304a0f2f48bee557e80cac (38.107.179.227) ]</small>]]></description>
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		<title>There Is Art And There Is The Artist</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 22:44:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Braden</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Art And Artist I&#8217;m an artist walking on a limb Saying what I feel Doing what I say Knowing the next moment will be the best. I anticipate what you will say Change it. Colour it. And make it my own Then give it back to you before you say it I&#8217;m an artist Don&#8217;t [...]<hr /><small>Copyright &#169; 2008 Braden Stephens. This feed is for personal, non-commercial use only. <br /> The use of this feed on other websites breaches copyright. [Digital Fingerprint:<br /> raisinbraden8288580242304a0f2f48bee557e80cac (38.107.179.227) ]</small>]]></description>
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		<title>With The Cool Comes The Dreams Of Hot</title>
		<link>http://raisinbraden.com/2008/05/fall-portfolio-of-dreams/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 22:27:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Braden</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My portfolio

Of dreams

Whistling

Scattered about

Like leaves from a tree

Shriveled and light

Blown against a fence

Gathering up

An army of leaves

Ready to explode

When a gate is opened

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		<title>Remeber The First, Remember The Past</title>
		<link>http://raisinbraden.com/2008/05/life-past/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 17:30:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Braden</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<h2>Life Past</h2>
To the light of the setting fall.
Winter comes to cover us all.

Is this fair? Nature's wrath?
Love and hate take the same path.

Disease and pain discovered too late.
Who can tell their bittersweet fate.

Snowflakes fall, memories covered.
Thoughts so still and closely hovered.

Visions of the end all so clear.
Wondering if the past is something to fear.

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