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         <title><![CDATA[This is Addressed to my Citizens]]></title>
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	My citizens,
	I have enjoyed being the leader of this republic.
	Yet you slander me.
	Never have I acted outside upright morals.
	I shall prove your negligence.
	
	I was doing what I could.
	My beak sought each twig
	To shelter you from the foxes, those tyrants.
	I nurtured you and slowly you developed into a thriving democracy.
	You huddled near me; we thrived in one nest.
	
	I’ve done what I can.
	My wings bore the weight
	And fate of our country.
	I devoted whole days thinking about your...]]></description>
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         <title><![CDATA[Halo]]></title>
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	Beauty and mystery war with it all.
	That banging beat has everybody boogying,
	If not busting a move.
	Am I the only one dancing alone?
	My friends flout the freaky fellas,
	If not all of them in the last few hours.
	
	The scene is slightly disgusting, and yet amusing.
	I realized it reminded me of the rutting
	Of animals.
	Don’'t they find this embarrassing?
	Those discordant motions don’'t denote dancing
	Of any kind.
	
	And then he'’s there.
	Doing the dance
	Of animals.
	Sir, do you know...]]></description>
         <pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2012 11:28:00 +0200</pubDate>
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         <title><![CDATA[Controller]]></title>
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	I feel you up, for hours at a time.
	With two hands I grip you firmly.
	Oh, what a myth, “bedtime.”
	
	You’'re part of my favorite pastime,
	And I'’m wounded I use you so stupidly.
	I feel you up, for hours at a time.
	
	I gaze upon you in the meantime,
	Your square, ex, triangle, and circle buttons remind me:
	Oh, what a myth, “bedtime.”
	
	I'’m surprised I haven’'t been charged for the crime
	Of abusing you arbitrarily.
	I feel you up, for hours at a time.
	
	What you do is sublime.
	You...]]></description>
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