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Asks the oak tree what it’s like...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~4/77BvKKtzJik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~3/77BvKKtzJik/16286602933</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://paulcheney.net/post/16286602933</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 08:44:00 -0500</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://paulcheney.net/post/16286602933</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Maxforce FC Ant Bait Station</title><description>I love them with a stillness like regret. And when they enter me I gather to meet them inside where...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~4/_2V5eWSMXSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~3/_2V5eWSMXSI/16286454810</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://paulcheney.net/post/16286454810</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 08:38:19 -0500</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://paulcheney.net/post/16286454810</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Genesis 15: A Meditation</title><description>It was the rite of ancient conquered kingsto walk between two halves of severed cow,and swear to...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~4/MdVpEW6fnQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~3/MdVpEW6fnQ4/16264418413</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://paulcheney.net/post/16264418413</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 21:38:47 -0500</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://paulcheney.net/post/16264418413</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Bichon Frise</title><description>Consider the trash can, bichon frise,you piss upon outsideStarbucks.
There is no one to comfort...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~4/88iCcsiHtJM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~3/88iCcsiHtJM/16264345066</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://paulcheney.net/post/16264345066</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 21:37:28 -0500</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://paulcheney.net/post/16264345066</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Old Man: On Women</title><description>When I was your age,Love Bugs would get so damn thick…Anyway I hated em. So I’dCatch me a real juicy...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~4/ibvyMc7ycKU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~3/ibvyMc7ycKU/16264208304</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://paulcheney.net/post/16264208304</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 21:35:00 -0500</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://paulcheney.net/post/16264208304</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Skittles</title><description>Dear God, I know it’s much to ask of youbut please, please make this great big bag of...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~4/TmUigDa9EiI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~3/TmUigDa9EiI/16264116079</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://paulcheney.net/post/16264116079</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 21:33:20 -0500</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://paulcheney.net/post/16264116079</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Sea Dog</title><description>In the splintering rainthe old sheepdog sat on the dockwith hair like seaweedwaiting.He did not...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~4/adlkm2dZw0g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~3/adlkm2dZw0g/16264032421</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://paulcheney.net/post/16264032421</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 21:31:46 -0500</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://paulcheney.net/post/16264032421</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Apple Core</title><description>Ah! nom de Dieu! qu’ont donc crié ces entrecôtes
-Guillaume Apollinaire
Guillaume Apollinaire,...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~4/8A3AVZxsHpI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~3/8A3AVZxsHpI/16263933165</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://paulcheney.net/post/16263933165</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 21:29:58 -0500</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://paulcheney.net/post/16263933165</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Old Bitch Gets Out Of Bed In Three Parts</title><description>For Callie
I.
She sleeps naked every night under just a quilt she fashioned from her husband’s...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~4/NT5el_NIReA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~3/NT5el_NIReA/16286078120</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://paulcheney.net/post/16286078120</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 08:23:00 -0500</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://paulcheney.net/post/16286078120</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Fall of the Rock of Ages</title><description>I didn’t think too much about the sign at first. After all, I don’t have the Faith like...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~4/fwAr67KSwCw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PaulCheneyPoems/~3/fwAr67KSwCw/16285774503</link><guid isPermaLink="false">http://paulcheney.net/post/16285774503</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 08:10:00 -0500</pubDate><feedburner:origLink>http://paulcheney.net/post/16285774503</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

