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			<title>No Honor</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2013 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> I stole an apple, ripe and red, 
<br>
 ?hanging on my neighbor&#146;s tree. 
<br>
 ?&#147;He&#146;ll never miss just one,&#148; I said, 
<br>
 ?and ate it up. Then, fat and fed, 
<br>
 ?I licked my sticky hands and fled, 
<br>
 ?smug and conscience-free. 
<br>
  
<br>
  But as I quit the neighborhood, 
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 ?a thief, who&#146;d seen my larceny, 
<br>
 ?back-traced my steps through field and wood, 
<br>
 ?and coming on the small abode 
<br>
 ?where all my worldly goods were stored, 
<br>
 ?took what belonged to me. 
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  Does nothing sacrosanct remain? 
<br>
 ?No fellowship? No hidden line? 
<br>
 ?No code of honor in the grain 
<br>
 ?to make another thief refrain 
<br>
 ?from poaching in this thief&#146;s terrain? 
<br>
 ?That&#146;s  
<em> wrong! </em>
  What&#146;s mine is mine! 
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			<title>Mixed Blessings</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2012 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>  
<em> Thanksgiving Day, 2010 </em>
  
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<br>
 The turkey&rsquo;s in the oven. My bare feet 
<br>
 rest on the windowsill. A welcome breeze 
<br>
 wafts past ten gnarled toes, a late fall treat. 
<br>
 The forecast says tonight it&rsquo;s going to freeze. 
<br>
  
<br>
 A new computer sits with darkened screen, 
<br>
 with bells and whistles I don&rsquo;t want or need, 
<br>
 while I fire up the five-year-old machine 
<br>
 that suits my comfort zone (except for speed). 
<br>
  
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 Two years ago our son lay gravely ill. 
<br>
 We spent Thanksgiving day in ICU. 
<br>
 They say adversity that doesn&rsquo;t kill? 
<br>
 you makes you stronger. I can prove it&rsquo;s true.  
<br>
  
<br>
 My cup&rsquo;s half full; I haven&rsquo;t drained it yet. 
<br>
 Mixed blessings are the only kind you get. 
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			<title>Final Reward</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2012 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> St. Peter stands at the Heavenly Gates? 
<br>
 enrolling a new admission. 
<br>
 &ldquo;Reporting for duty, sir,&rdquo; Mike Clancy states. 
<br>
 &ldquo; 
<em> First, make a good Act of Contrition. </em>
 &rdquo; 
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