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 <title>I&#039;m not middle aged yet, you</title>
 <link>http://townx.org/blog/elliot/5_minutes_of_2007_01_29_19_hours_late_perspectives#comment-13405</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m not middle aged yet, you cheeky mare!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Poetry - at the start of the year, I made a pledge to write every day, for at least 5 minutes. As this is my blog, I decided to put them here. Ignore them, if you will, but you&#039;ll miss out on some fantastic literary creative work :).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This poem was actually about the strip of plastic at the base of a bus window, the bit which keeps it in place. I was looking at it on the way home.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 03:49:04 -0600</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>elliot</dc:creator>
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 <title>i have no idea - what is it</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;i have no idea - what is it with you and poetry all of a sudden, bro? is it some sort of middle aged thing i have yet to experience being a whole five years younger?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
 <pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2007 11:03:50 -0600</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>clux</dc:creator>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;My theme for this one was taking an unusual perspective on a commonplace object. Any guesses what I was writing about? This isn&#039;t the finished article: I intend to write a bit more on the end.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;h2&gt;Perspectives&lt;/h2&gt;

&lt;p&gt;a checked slope curves down to&lt;br /&gt;
a dark edge&lt;br /&gt;
striated by glacial force of a thousand elbows&lt;br /&gt;
in a mirror universe&lt;br /&gt;
a hand scribbles&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;scarring the plain&lt;br /&gt;
separated from the shallow grey hill&lt;br /&gt;
a languid road&lt;br /&gt;
empty&lt;br /&gt;
reflects the blotted sun&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;nearing their destination&lt;br /&gt;
murky orange chains&lt;br /&gt;
skim the dappled landscape&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 13:09:04 -0600</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>elliot</dc:creator>
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