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	<title>The Drunk Blog &#187; Drunken Poetry</title>
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		<title>Confused squirrels goade purposeless acorns</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 03:52:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>regorhunt02052</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Drunken Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Human Nature]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It is those crazy chipmunks ruining my day.  They squeech and squealch and fluff their feathery tales.  I have a puffy tail.  And who told my landlord he could evict my nextdoor neighbors?  They have been burrowing a place of their own for 10 days!!!  I woke up early yesterday morning and ate some red [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Why can&#8217;t I have what the fk I want? An adult tantrum</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 23:27:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peepants</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Drinking Games]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Drunken Poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have been trying to figure out a way to get what I want, when I want it. And who I want it from when I want him but I can&#8217;t. I cannot figure it out. I&#8217;m trying to skate out of any responsibility I have to humanity, as it stands,  let alone him, for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Prose and Cons</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 06:48:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>zombie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Images&#8221;  by Tyrone Green
Dark and lonely on a summer night.
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
Watchdog barking. Do he bite?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
Slip in his window. Break his neck.
Then his house I start to wreck.
Got no reason. What the heck?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
C-I-L-L my land lord.
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		<title>Gyre and Gimble in the Wabe</title>
		<link>http://thedrunkblog.com/blog/loony-bin/fuckupboots/gyre-and-gimble-in-the-wabe/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 19:48:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fuckupboots</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Drunken Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Loony Bin]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[complementing thrice just won&#8217;t suffice
it&#8217;s not as nice as vincent price
whose noise of voice ran
short of torte and south of port
Lay my thoughts where I lie, but don&#8217;t let me die. I&#8217;ll just gyre and gimble in the wabe. Don me my boots, I&#8217;m much to flay&#8217;d
to do it myself
mind you, the fuck-up-boots
i&#8217;ll need them [...]]]></description>
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