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    <title>The musings of a butterfly</title>
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      <title>first blog, some Zoetry</title>
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By Zoe Pardee&#xD;
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The life of a tree is bound to be &#xD;
analogous to a body mind of a person.&#xD;
We spin rings of our own around the things we won't let go. &#xD;
Like the tree can't let go to the soil or it's reaching for the sun with&#xD;
it's branches raised high. &#xD;
We raise our arms toward the same sky.&#xD;
Losing our focus. &#xD;
We wash away in the rain. &#xD;
I swim in the calm of the next day. &#xD;
Tied not to the dirt below. &#xD;
I invite the sun to come into the water.&#xD;
It's fine. &#xD;
Mighty fine. &#xD;
Let's blow bubbles with our mouths against &#xD;
the surface.&#xD;
And let ourselves be comfortable just floating for a spell.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 07:29:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-04T07:29:32Z</dc:date>
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