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	<title>The Girl In The Cafe &#187; poem</title>
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		<title>If the winter gets to you</title>
		<link>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2008/12/08/if-the-winter-gets-to-you/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 14:55:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>thegirlinthecafe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tree poem Send to a friend<div style="display:block"><br/><a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2008/12/08/if-the-winter-gets-to-you/">Read more &raquo;</a><br/><small><em><br />&copy;2012 <a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com">The Girl In The Cafe</a> - All Rights Reserved.</em></small></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Love &#8211; It is what it is</title>
		<link>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/12/28/love-it-is-what-it-is/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 11:08:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Room is declutterized and looks about twice the size now. I should do this more often. This morning the postman delivered 2 more cards in my mailbox. I had some time to photograph them and to add them to the gallery. May I present you: Imagine Love, Actually Love and Bill, Actually Love Actually, in [...]<div style="display:block"><br/><a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/12/28/love-it-is-what-it-is/">Read more &raquo;</a><br/><small><em><br />&copy;2012 <a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com">The Girl In The Cafe</a> - All Rights Reserved.</em></small></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Under my skin &#8211; a pathetic poem</title>
		<link>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/12/06/under-my-skin-a-pathetic-poem/</link>
		<comments>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/12/06/under-my-skin-a-pathetic-poem/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 13:44:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>thegirlinthecafe</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Pathetic poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Under my skin Someone once called me a tragic-romantic. So true. But I like writing them.<div style="display:block"><br/><a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/12/06/under-my-skin-a-pathetic-poem/">Read more &raquo;</a><br/><small><em><br />&copy;2012 <a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com">The Girl In The Cafe</a> - All Rights Reserved.</em></small></div>]]></description>
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		<title>This day 2 years ago exactly</title>
		<link>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/11/06/this-day-2-years-ago-exactly/</link>
		<comments>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/11/06/this-day-2-years-ago-exactly/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 22:31:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>thegirlinthecafe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Union Jack I normally don&#8217;t look back but I somehow found myself browsing through the archives of this weblog wondering what I was doing this day 2 years ago, not realizing that today is a special day. For me. Today 2 years ago exactly I was in London. Only for a weekend because 2 years [...]<div style="display:block"><br/><a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/11/06/this-day-2-years-ago-exactly/">Read more &raquo;</a><br/><small><em><br />&copy;2012 <a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com">The Girl In The Cafe</a> - All Rights Reserved.</em></small></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Airport bastard &#8211; a poem</title>
		<link>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/05/01/airport-bastard-a-poem/</link>
		<comments>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/05/01/airport-bastard-a-poem/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 14:13:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>thegirlinthecafe</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Pathetic poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Airport bastard - a poem<div style="display:block"><br/><a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/05/01/airport-bastard-a-poem/">Read more &raquo;</a><br/><small><em><br />&copy;2012 <a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com">The Girl In The Cafe</a> - All Rights Reserved.</em></small></div>]]></description>
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		<title>A day</title>
		<link>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/03/30/a-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 11:33:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>thegirlinthecafe</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Pathetic poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Trans Mongolian train on the top of the world The Trans Mongolian train in the morning sun on the top of the world in Mongolia a day like this a day my thoughts all wander off a day my brain refusing work just wants to be back on that train<div style="display:block"><br/><a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/03/30/a-day/">Read more &raquo;</a><br/><small><em><br />&copy;2012 <a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com">The Girl In The Cafe</a> - All Rights Reserved.</em></small></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Love, New York &#8211; a pathetic poem</title>
		<link>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/03/24/love-new-york-a-pathetic-poem/</link>
		<comments>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/03/24/love-new-york-a-pathetic-poem/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 14:12:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>thegirlinthecafe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Love, New York New York, 55th Street I miss New York Empire State The subway the theatre wait The Music Box that actor&#8217;s power twist of fate Vertical Hour Central Park and Union Square spring magic floating in the air the yellow cabs the &#8220;post no Bills&#8221; to feel like running down the hills the [...]<div style="display:block"><br/><a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/03/24/love-new-york-a-pathetic-poem/">Read more &raquo;</a><br/><small><em><br />&copy;2012 <a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com">The Girl In The Cafe</a> - All Rights Reserved.</em></small></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Till China and Africa meet</title>
		<link>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/03/21/till-china-and-africa-meet/</link>
		<comments>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/03/21/till-china-and-africa-meet/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 14:58:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>thegirlinthecafe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Subway Beijing I&#8217;ll love you, dear, I&#8217;ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street I&#8217;ll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky. W. H. Auden<div style="display:block"><br/><a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2007/03/21/till-china-and-africa-meet/">Read more &raquo;</a><br/><small><em><br />&copy;2012 <a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com">The Girl In The Cafe</a> - All Rights Reserved.</em></small></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Stones and other missiles and something that rhymes</title>
		<link>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2006/11/29/stones-and-other-missiles-and-something-that-rhymes/</link>
		<comments>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2006/11/29/stones-and-other-missiles-and-something-that-rhymes/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2006 12:33:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>thegirlinthecafe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Stress and deadlines Writers block My blood pressure too high There&#8217;s only one thing saving me &#8230; - Oh come on, &#8220;saving me&#8221; don&#8217;t overdo it, it&#8217;s pukey. -Hey! I &#8216;m in the middle of a poem! -Poem, you&#8217;re kidding me, just because it rhymes doesn&#8217;t make it a poem -Right, well, I&#8217;m in the [...]<div style="display:block"><br/><a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2006/11/29/stones-and-other-missiles-and-something-that-rhymes/">Read more &raquo;</a><br/><small><em><br />&copy;2012 <a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com">The Girl In The Cafe</a> - All Rights Reserved.</em></small></div>]]></description>
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		<title>The Infinite ImprobaBILLity Drive &#8211; a poem</title>
		<link>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2006/11/15/the-infinite-improbabillity-drive-a-poem/</link>
		<comments>http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2006/11/15/the-infinite-improbabillity-drive-a-poem/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:16:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>thegirlinthecafe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hitchhikers Guide inspired poem.<div style="display:block"><br/><a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/2006/11/15/the-infinite-improbabillity-drive-a-poem/">Read more &raquo;</a><br/><small><em><br />&copy;2012 <a href="http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com">The Girl In The Cafe</a> - All Rights Reserved.</em></small></div>]]></description>
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