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	<title>Comments on: Chipmunks, Heaney &#038; Ticking Time</title>
	<link>http://www.poetryevolution.com/2006/08/18/chipmunks-heaney-ticking-time/</link>
	<description>Hari Bhajan's musings on poetry, spirit and every day life.</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 03:43:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Liza</title>
		<link>http://www.poetryevolution.com/2006/08/18/chipmunks-heaney-ticking-time/#comment-83</link>
		<author>Liza</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Aug 2006 12:09:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As I read your musings and imagine you in Oregon, driving over the pass to Portland or eating Oatmeal in your Sisters kitchen, I sit on the fronch porch of my house in Gloucester, MA watching the Lobster boats come into Hodgkins Cove and harvest the furious red lobsters from their traps. I wonder whose dinner table they will end up on, steaming and cherry red, when the light turns day to night once again. I miss you Hari Bhajan and am happy to hear that you are working toward the possibilties of "a book". Can't wait for the next blog.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As I read your musings and imagine you in Oregon, driving over the pass to Portland or eating Oatmeal in your Sisters kitchen, I sit on the fronch porch of my house in Gloucester, MA watching the Lobster boats come into Hodgkins Cove and harvest the furious red lobsters from their traps. I wonder whose dinner table they will end up on, steaming and cherry red, when the light turns day to night once again. I miss you Hari Bhajan and am happy to hear that you are working toward the possibilties of &#8220;a book&#8221;. Can&#8217;t wait for the next blog.</p>
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