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	<title>Comments on: When the Green Lies Over the Earth</title>
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		<title>By: Jilly</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jilly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 11:57:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have never once even encountered her name. :(
That is a very sweet poem.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have never once even encountered her name. <img src='http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
That is a very sweet poem.<br /><span id="reportcomment_results_div_2984"><a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="reportComment( 2984 );" title="Report this comment" rel="nofollow">Report this comment</a></span></p>
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		<title>By: Mary Meriam</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mary Meriam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 02:23:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You
I love your throat, so fragrant, fair,
The little pulses beating there;
Your eye-brows&#039; shy and questioning air;
I love your shadowed hair.
I love your flame-touched ivory skin;
Your little fingers frail and thin;
Your dimple creeping out and in;
I love your pointed chin.
I love the way you move, you rise;
Your fluttering gestures, just-caught cries;
I am not sane, I am not wise,
God! how I love your eyes!
Angelina Weld Grimké
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You<br />
I love your throat, so fragrant, fair,<br />
The little pulses beating there;<br />
Your eye-brows&#8217; shy and questioning air;<br />
I love your shadowed hair.<br />
I love your flame-touched ivory skin;<br />
Your little fingers frail and thin;<br />
Your dimple creeping out and in;<br />
I love your pointed chin.<br />
I love the way you move, you rise;<br />
Your fluttering gestures, just-caught cries;<br />
I am not sane, I am not wise,<br />
God! how I love your eyes!<br />
Angelina Weld Grimké<br /><span id="reportcomment_results_div_2983"><a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="reportComment( 2983 );" title="Report this comment" rel="nofollow">Report this comment</a></span></p>
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