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	<title>Cyrano's Apprentice</title>
	<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com</link>
	<description>Love Poety, Free for the Taking</description>
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		<title>Never an Angry Kiss</title>
		<description>Cal Evans

It was a stupid fight,
it was a bad way to say goodbye.

False smiles,
false hugs, 
false warm goodbyes, 
but it was all a lie.

I know we won't always agree on everything,
but I wish we could agree on this,
it's ok to say good bye when we are mad,
but never an angry ...</description>
		<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com/2008/04/22/never-an-angry-kiss/</link>
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		<title>Burma Shave #4</title>
		<description>You've got a real pretty honey,
She's your little snuggle-bunny,

But if you don't daily and tell her,
She'll wind up with some other feller.

Burma-Shave </description>
		<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com/2008/04/12/burma-shave-4/</link>
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		<title>Coding #2</title>
		<description>By Cal Evans

Why test code
It compiles; it's done

Lying to users
Is much more fun.

Burma-Shave </description>
		<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com/2008/04/12/coding-2/</link>
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		<title>Dreams In The Windows</title>
		<description>By Cal Evans

I've walked past these windows,
many years of my life,
I look in, I see my future look out.
But now, something is different,
Another face looks back,
I see a stranger starring back at me.

My childhood is buried here,
in the shade of my dreams.
I've walked this way as a boy and a ...</description>
		<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com/2008/04/03/dreams-in-the-windows/</link>
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		<title>Your Love</title>
		<description>By Cal Evans

My life was drifting on the ocean,
The darkness all around fit like a glove,
Then I saw your face like a beacon,
I was saved by your undying love.

Your love is my anchor,
Your love is my rock,
Your love is the only thing that saves me.

Your love is my beacon,
Your love ...</description>
		<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com/2008/04/03/your-love/</link>
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		<title>Coding</title>
		<description>By Cal Evans

Coding is cool
It's fun to do

Unless your boss
Is sniffing glue

Burma-Shave </description>
		<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com/2008/04/03/coding/</link>
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		<title>Vision</title>
		<description>By Cal Evans

Winter descends on the landscape
stealing color and life
Blanketing my world with a uniform of dull and lifeless color.

A bright spot
Color in a hazy brown world.

A fountain
Shooting streams of life and light into the air.

My vision clears,
as the fountain approaches.

Light and color,
beauty and wisdom,
fuse into one
as my lover approaches. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com/2008/03/31/vision/</link>
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		<title>The Vase</title>
		<description>By Cal Evans

Your love is like a priceless vase,
I treat it with care,
I put it on a pedestal,
I treasure it above all else,
because I know it is fragile,
and I would be worthless without it. </description>
		<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com/2008/03/28/the-vase/</link>
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		<title>Timeless</title>
		<description>By Cal Evans

Mountains are formed,
But soon they crumble,
Glaciers will come and will go,
But out Love is as timeless as the Universe,
and as pure as the new fallen snow. </description>
		<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com/2008/03/20/timeless/</link>
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		<title>Songbird</title>
		<description>By Cal Evans

Silence in my world,
Silence in a world of cacophony,
Deafening silence as the world screams around me.

Slicing through the silence,
The most melodious sound,
A note of pure beauty.

It fills my ears,
It fills my soul,
It is the sound of my lovers voice.

My world is alive at the sound of her voice,
It ...</description>
		<link>http://www.cyranosapprentice.com/2008/03/11/songbird/</link>
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