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		<title>Draft 3 NAPOMONOV</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:11:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mrs. Pennington, J.D. Parks Elementary School She’s archetype woman, terrorizing third graders who hate homework, multiplication tables, her disappointed frowns. Righteous- that’s the word she most represents, teaching is her call, her moral obligation, to win her smile is to win. Simple, she means well, but isn’t very smart. In 1959, she didn’t need to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shannpalmer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3901851&amp;post=50&amp;subd=shannpalmer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Draft 2 NAPOMONOV</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:10:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Albert I wasn’t always this old man in a chair knocking over his iced tea at every meal, even simple choices taken away, you decide what fork full to try to push past my lips. I can’t even kiss you, Clara, though you brush your cheek to mine, telling me everything’s just fine when I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shannpalmer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3901851&amp;post=49&amp;subd=shannpalmer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Draft 1 NAPOMONOV</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:04:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fannie She’s had it with those skinny women on morning TV, tables heavy laden with products she can’t afford, enticed by beauty, youth, and sexual promise. Each day she weighs, the agony of truth. When low she celebrates the loss, if up she chews and cries. Form follows deed, she waddles under considerable pressure. Sometimes [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shannpalmer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3901851&amp;post=48&amp;subd=shannpalmer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>If I were Ayn Rand</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 14:24:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>The witch</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 04:58:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 07:18:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Death in the Family</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 00:25:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Death in the Family This is not the first time since she left them there bungling into a different life her name is spoken in passing and like a spilled tin of buttons incidents roll in every direction: how she caused her dads death, broke her mothers spirit, forgot where she came from, denied complicity, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shannpalmer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3901851&amp;post=6&amp;subd=shannpalmer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Richmond Recollections</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 03:22:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Richmond Recollections How is it that sharp edges become soft curves? In my memory it was all gray, no blue at all, it was me and you at Phil’s or Joe’s Inn. Franklin Street now has more ghosts than folks I knew back when Eddie Weaver flourished and Joe Kennedy was more than all that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shannpalmer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3901851&amp;post=5&amp;subd=shannpalmer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Liebesträume</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 05:15:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. The glow of the television wakes me to words dancing on my skin. It is the dream of your last letter. The first page is meant only for my eyes to weep over and they do though the ink does not run. The second page is in blue, green, and finally, red pen though [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shannpalmer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3901851&amp;post=1&amp;subd=shannpalmer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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