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		<title>Will You Miss Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Attributes and foibles Hold no uniqueness of their own, But, rather, varied combinations Allow us each to stand alone. Of all the myriad of loves, More hurtful than to be forsaken Ranks the one that&#8217;s unrequited With less given than is taken. To entice another&#8217;s favor Are affected virtues shown. But truest measure of affection - Will [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.rlkilgore.com/2011/06/12/will-you-miss-me/</link>
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		<title>To A Fallen Soldier</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You, leaf, lying wilted and wasted, You, blissful child, too soon taken From a life you hardly tasted.  What ignoble fate of essence Unrequested and sorely rewarded, Clothing your host in springtime&#8217;s attire, Humming in concert to laud the caress Of summer&#8217;s light breath, balmy and warm, Howling to protest the blustery storm. But was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.rlkilgore.com/2011/04/18/941/</link>
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		<title>A Siren&#8217;s Plea</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A distant siren&#8217;s faintest cry waifs In surrogate voice for one about to die. Is that an ambulance or just the wind? Wait, there it is again, nearer, Louder in crescendo piercing wail. So mundane as to warrant idle notice, Intrusive and annoying to calloused curiosity. Flashing lights and lettered windows hide, Impersonalize the pain [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.rlkilgore.com/2011/04/07/a-sirens-plea/</link>
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		<title>Thoughts On People</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Talking about oneself rivals baseball as the nation’s pastime. Much of poetry is a prime example. If “I” and “me” were removed from vocabulary, many would have difficulty speaking.    A child is given birth by the parents and has nothing to give in return except love. An obedient, loving child is a joy. A [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.rlkilgore.com/2011/02/27/thoughts-on-people/</link>
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		<title>You Never Know About People</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Have you ever seen a gentlewoman Having sex with a man, Flat on his back with a broken leg In a cast, confined to bed, Racked with pain and violently thrusting And bucking like a brama bull, Nostrils flaring, spittle flying, To throw her off - And she, spurring that cast with her heel, Rides [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.rlkilgore.com/2011/02/09/you-never-know-about-people/</link>
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		<title>Saga Of Mt. LeConte</title>
		<description><![CDATA[         Saga Of Mt. LeConte   Benign as a grandmother from         distant sight, White hair flowing to your waist, Such a cruel and spiteful ploy You played to mask your scowl         etched face.   Miss Mt. LeConte, a spinster I         would think From your morose, unsociable posture, Towering above, looking down,          [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.rlkilgore.com/2011/01/18/saga-of-mt-leconte/</link>
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		<title>All That Is Good</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Regardless of the church one attends,     Or whether one attends at all, Integrity and honor and all that is good         Comes from a noble heart               And not a religion.                           [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.rlkilgore.com/2011/01/18/all-that-is-good/</link>
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		<title>To The Fallen Soldier</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You, leaf, lying wilted and wasted, You, blissful child, too soon taken From a life you hardly tasted. What ignoble fate of essence Unrequested and sorely rewarded, Clothing your host in springtime’s attire, Humming in concert to laud the caress Of summer’s light breath, balmy and warm, Howling to protest the blustery storm. But was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/12/23/to-the-fallen-soldier/</link>
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		<title>As It Was To Be</title>
		<description><![CDATA[                    (To Toressa – After 44 Years) Beauty came in the guise of innocence And wrapped her arms around our youthful days Until the lust we recognized as love Sang its final song and departed. I remember it well. The grass was smooth and soft under our feet And the days were long enough [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/07/10/868/</link>
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		<title>Eyes Of The Moment</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Inconvenient downpour interrupts Play of the little fellow sitting On the floor, pouting because The swing outside hangs slack. He sees through eyes of the moment, Not knowing somewhere sits Another boy whose father works In the store where the handy man Buys groceries with money He earns mowing our lawn Nourished by the rain. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/06/26/eyes-of-the-moment-2/</link>
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