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         <pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2006 14:20:05 +0530</pubDate>
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    &lt;h3 class=post-title&gt;The cherubic Teacher &lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;courier new, courier, mono&quot; color=#996699&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tear drop in those dark eyes was about to drop&lt;br /&gt;And if it did, her dampened eyes would make my heart stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scarlet lips were in a curve and about to wail &lt;br /&gt;And when they would, my entire being would quail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time came to a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;Or I wish it did.&lt;br /&gt;A Prayer I sent upwards &lt;br /&gt;For this moment to go back or at least stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more moment and I would die&lt;br /&gt;For I could never bear to see her cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cherubic girl was in deep grief &lt;br /&gt;And I had been the cause of this mischief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an adult only in a physical sense&lt;br /&gt;I lost touch with innocence and its essence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed yet again for her smile to return&lt;br /&gt;And opened my arms to let the anguish burn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark eyes now were moist like dew&lt;br /&gt;And her scarlet lips with a smile anew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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         <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 23:44:08 +0530</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;My damaged wings I&#039;d heal again&lt;br /&gt;and the failed flight I&#039;d re- begin,&lt;br /&gt;My silent eyes&#039;d speak like the volcano within&lt;br /&gt;and my strength&#039;d flow like a river unhidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may fly close to the ground but I will fly again&lt;br /&gt;I won&#039;t be impeded after my essence I re-gain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
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         <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 22:42:21 +0530</pubDate>
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    &lt;h3 class=post-title&gt;Relationships &lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;People are drawn together by a certain feeling of affinity, of agreement or of attraction between some part of one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      <dc:creator>Anshie</dc:creator>
      
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         <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 22:38:38 +0530</pubDate>
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    &lt;h3 class=post-title&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://annshh.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://annshh.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;h3 class=post-title&gt;Early morning Phone call! &lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;the morning comes with a soft glow&lt;br /&gt;my heart flutters from the memories aflow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the distance that is physical&lt;br /&gt;disappears by powers mystical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your breath caressing me&lt;br /&gt;and your warmth in my entirety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you call up , i pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;entering the powerful zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of a physical distance and yet a presence&lt;br /&gt;of no touch yet a connected sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your voice soothes me to the core&lt;br /&gt;and some times pains me and my eyes get sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know I love you but i feel beyond that&lt;br /&gt;I know I miss you even though you are my part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I tell you that touching you feels like touching a cloud?&lt;br /&gt;and feeling you I feel a strength of mountains so proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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         <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 22:31:54 +0530</pubDate>
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Tender touch of lips after hungry nibble&lt;br /&gt;
Peace after hours of ripple&lt;br /&gt;
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Finding pleasure in teasing pain&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn
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      <dc:creator>Anshie</dc:creator>
      
    <category>Personal</category>
         <pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2005 07:58:41 +0530</pubDate>
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    She was in a posture which would melt anyone
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      <dc:creator>Anshie</dc:creator>
      
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         <pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2005 00:00:05 +0530</pubDate>
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    The path is tedious. The task is uphill. I have dreams to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;
The heart is devoted. The mind is focused. I have to fit the bill.&lt;br /&gt;
The rain drenches. The gloom washes away. Go On I will
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      <dc:creator>Anshie</dc:creator>
      
    <category>Personal</category>
         <pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2005 23:59:28 +0530</pubDate>
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