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		<title>A Sonnet for Johnny Taliban</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:02:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lunc</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Reflect O good Mistress of light and moon, not dark of soul nor burdensome hardship, but warmly over my love in distant lands. Shine well and long lift golden hearts aloft. See hear nor taste the shadowy stench of death; illuminate senses in touching fingers as soft tips deftly hold our fallen at safe Bastion&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Reflect O good Mistress of light and moon,<br />
not dark of soul nor burdensome hardship,<br />
but warmly over my love in distant lands.<br />
Shine well and long lift golden hearts aloft.<br />
See hear nor taste the shadowy stench of death;<br />
illuminate senses in touching fingers<br />
as soft tips deftly hold our fallen at safe<br />
Bastion&#8217;s walls and shut the gateway to heaven.<br />
I pray you would shine so full and clear<br />
you blind the Hawk and Owl, and hold Eagle still;<br />
yet most I wish your might hides bright happiness<br />
in sweet fair Robins breast, beneath the bushel laid.<br />
My love, home soon together, staying silent<br />
not two minutes for jolly Johnny Taliban.</p>
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