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			<title>Diversity</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> The opportunity for us 
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 To kick up dust and start a fuss 
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 Has so decreased in recent years 
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 It well might drive a cat to tears.  
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 The more we say we honor others 
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 And everybody must be brothers, 
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 More rules are made to say we can&#146;t 
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 Say what we want, in play or rant.  
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 We love the truth, but guard our words, 
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 Walk meekly in submissive herds. 
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 When honest discourse takes a fall&rdquo; 
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 We find we&#146;re not diverse at all. 
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			<title>The Face of Morning</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> A morning showed its harsh and angry face, 
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 And people stumbling through the slush were stressed. 
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 They crept along, a dim and dirty race 
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 To jobs that no one wanted. I was dressed 
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 For winter. When I felt my worn boots slip 
<br>
 I wished that they were ermine-trimmed and lined. 
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 My icy failures had me in their grip. 
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 I never thought that in the snow I&rsquo;d find 
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 A simple sprig of striped and purple leaves,  
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 Perfect, in answer to my thoughts. At home 
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 This grew upon our wall. The spirit grieves, 
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 And then a sudden morning&rsquo;s smile warms some 
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 Facet of our reality with love,  
<br>
 Softens the face of what we cannot solve. 
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