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		<title>A Promise of Re-Birth</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 20:59:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Michal Mahgerefteh]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Michal Mahgerefteh
Darkness vows to demolish
my dream structure, poisons
my amniotic fluid. O’ Father!
Send your messengers, clothed
in words, to tie my hands with
a ribbon of identity; its primeval
glow will fancy my hands with
henna and strain my vocals with
piyyutim.  Lift your harp to milk
my breath ‘til my outer skin brims
in the light of the summer moon.
piyyutim [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Edible Blossoms</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 05:18:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Editor</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Margarita Engle]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Margarita Engle
Rose petal jam, rosebud candy
carved into the shapes of people,
beasts, birds; syrup of violets,
the variations are soothing.
Even the names convey magic
mimosa butter sandwiches,
nasturtium sauce, marigold soup,
carnations for melancholy,
the fragrance of rose leaves and mint
for sleep, tucked in a pillow&#8230;dreams&#8230;
Originally posted 2008-06-02 10:46:59. ]]></description>
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		<title>Lady Fern</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 05:18:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Kristen Howe]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Kristen Howe
Small doubled and rounded green leaves,
Straw-colored stalks, in red or brown,
Spots curved on a horseshoe shaped stem,
In midsummer, ripened spots cluster.
The stem slightly bent with a curve to my feel,
An emblem of fascination to all nature lovers alike,
With such profoundness, a symbol of sincerity to others,
This plant is a delight to have in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thistle</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/thistle/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 15:45:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Joseph D. Milosch]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Joe Milosch
Sergeant Bunge walked by throwing his legs forward, as if he thought his starched fatigues could crease the air like plow blades mark the earth. I liked him because he went Airborne jumped in Europe, Korea, served in Nam. His first day in the company he lined up the platoon, inspected the cut [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Figures from the Desert</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/figures-from-the-desert/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 04:45:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Editor</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Joseph D. Milosch]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Three Short Poems by Joseph D. Milosch
How Warm the Moon
How warm the moon
resting
on  our blankets.
Moonlight on Her Cheek
Moonlight on her cheek
what am I to do
but steal a kiss.
Old Cowboy
Flies, dust, campfire,
my horse peeing
by my bedroll.
Blogged with the Flock Browser
Originally posted 2008-10-08 02:22:56. ]]></description>
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		<title>Nine Short Summer Poems</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/summer-poems/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 04:45:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Joan McNerney]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Joan McNerney
Hallow mouth of the moon.
Clouds cross forming
an airy handkerchief.
Luncheon by the lake.
How lucky we are to have
such a large finger bowl.
Summer evening.
Sun and moon share the sky in
perfect symmetry.
Splash.
One word in
oceans of sound.
Who threw a ladle full
of moonbeams on my
celery green grass?
Inquisitive&#8230;
the gingersnap cat stares as
I get undressed.
Today&#8217;s work is done.
The sun fell [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Haiku:  But Who’s Counting</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/haiku-but-who-is-counting/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/haiku-but-who-is-counting/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 04:01:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Neal Whitman]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof
It has been said that there are two kinds of people: those who put everything into two groups and those who do not. Someone quipped, “No, there are three kinds of people. Those who can count and those who cannot.” In any case, by my count, my June 21 Summer Haiku [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Wedding Album Walkabout</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/wedding-album-walkabout/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 04:01:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Editor</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Alan Stacy]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Alan Stacy
One by one the old photo albums go into the plastic storage box. Carefully padded and preserved, memories archived away.  One remains. Wedding album. 59 years gone by. Dad dashing in a hat and long coat, eagerly escorting Mom in fur trimmed wool into the wedding night chill. Two mothers, husbandless themselves, peer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hope: Destiny</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/hope-destiny/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/hope-destiny/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 04:10:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Editor</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Gu Xie]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Gu Xie
1. Destiny
Know where I am
Just in the travel you start your life
Know where I am
Just in the expression you start your travel
Know where I am
Just in the direction you start your expression
Know where I am
Just in the endlessness
You start your direction
Originally posted 2008-06-02 12:05:01. ]]></description>
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		<title>Shoe Poem</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/shoe-poem/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 04:10:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paul Hostovsky</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Paul Hostovsky]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Paul Hostovsky
I love a good shoe poem so I go
to the shoe store to find the name
of that metal thing they measure
your foot with. Now this is a good shoe,
says Murray the shoe salesman, wearing
a name tag and a tie, and holding up a shoe.
I don&#8217;t want the shoe, I want the name
of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>C&#8217;est L&#8217;Amour, N&#8217;est Pas</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/cest-lamour-nest-pas/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/cest-lamour-nest-pas/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 04:18:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Editor</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[KJ Hannah Greenberg]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by KJ Hannah Greenberg
C&#8217;est l&#8217;amour, n&#8217;est pas?
Hot chirping, coers de papier,
Bangles, gin-dashed pomegranate
Juice: debauchees pari passu.
Next door, nuptials pari passu
Picnic: shared ripe pomegranate
Seeds, exchanged coers de papier;
Valentines. C&#8217;est l&#8217;amour, n&#8217;est pas?
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		<title>Summer Haiku</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/summer-haiku/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 05:45:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Neal Whitman]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry Prof.]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman
lagging far behind
friends call me to hurry up
“Look” — summer rain sky

Neal Whitman, our 1st of the month Poetry Prof, also provides our readers a haiku per season. In the Japanese tradition, a word or phrase associated with the season is called &#8220;kigo.&#8221; 
Neal is a member of the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>This Room</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/this-room/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/this-room/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 04:25:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Daryl Muranaka]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Daryl Muranaka
This tiny room, with its bare walls
alongside the low, slanted ceiling,
my few possessions crowded , piled
one on top of another,
is suddenly huge without you
lying on the bed as I come through the door
or your suitcase with clothes stacked neatly upon it.
The flowers I bought you are still in the vase.
The smell of your [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 18:56:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Constantine McConnell</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Michael Constantine McConnell]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Michael Constantine McConnell
Mother, I&#8217;m falling
apart and don&#8217;t know
what to do. I&#8217;ve turned
a good woman&#8217;s love
into ink. You taught
me how to read,
and, now, I am a man
of words. Mother, shrink
me into a seed; rest
me on a delicate
pillow. I need whisky
and a whore to ease
this pain. I&#8217;ve grown
into a wingless bird.
Mother, part of me
died yesterday, left
an [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Prepared Mind</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/a-prepared-mind/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 18:56:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A “double reverse etheree” from our own Poetry Prof: Neal Whitman
And death is a low mist which cannot blot the brightness… Shelley, Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats
Keats
Would take
A hot bath
Dress in his best
Cut a chunk of cheese
Peel and slice an apple
Pour a glass of good red wine
Place cheese, apple, wine at his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Three Cheesy Lines</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/three-cheesy-lines/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 16:14:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Bill Britton]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My former professor, George Held, inspired these thoughts on the subject of cheese:
by Bill Britton
Something bold, something phew
Something Spenwood, something bleue
A palatal mellifluence, an aperçu
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		<title>Trapped Between Trellis and Solarium Glass</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/trapped-between-trellis-and-solarium-glass/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/trapped-between-trellis-and-solarium-glass/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 20:16:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Editor</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Ed Coletti]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Ed Coletti
furious flapping
frantic brown towhee
sudoku solver
without an eraser
miniscule logic
crazed exit seeker
no rhyme or reason
all bump and banging
Originally posted 2008-05-08 16:40:42. ]]></description>
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		<title>On the subject of cheese.</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/on-the-subject-of-cheese/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/on-the-subject-of-cheese/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 20:16:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[George Held]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Epigram
by George Held
“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” G.K. Chesterton
How I love to cut the fromage,
The riper the better –
Odors fragrant as a corsage
Make the mouth water.
Click to listen: mp3
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		<title>A Lifetime Of Preferring Not To</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/a-lifetime-of-preferring-not-to/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/a-lifetime-of-preferring-not-to/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 22:36:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Other]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I Go to AWP
by Kay Rayn
Except from Poetry Magazine: &#8230; Once, when I was about twenty-five and not yet entirely aware of the extremity of my unclubbability, I did try to go to a writers conference. Thirty minutes into the keynote address I had a migraine. It turns out I have an aversion to cooperative [...]]]></description>
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		<title>American Life in Poetry</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/american-life-in-poetry-9/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/american-life-in-poetry-9/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 04:57:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2004-2006
One of the privileges of being U.S. Poet Laureate was to choose two poets each year to receive a $10,000 fellowship, funded by the Witter Bynner Foundation. Joseph Stroud, who lives in California, was one of my choices. This poem is representative of his clear-eyed, imaginative poetry.

Night in Day
The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Brain Picture</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/brain-picture/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 15:14:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Michael J. Shepley]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Michael J. Shepley
Winter wind stripped oak,
the fine structure of all
dark limb and twig left
against the turquoise sky
like the graph
of a brain&#8217;s netted veins
a picture
leaves will soon fill in,
and obscure
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		<title>found written on a napkin at 10:32 pm (in my hand)</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/found-written-on-a-napkin/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 04:07:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jhon Baker]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Jhon Baker
Life is a various separation
of sordid identifications.
Life is a conglomeration of
assorted impersonations.
Death is a feel good retrospective
of impersonal dogma.
Death is a bombastic experience
of invented nostalgia.
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		<title>Epigram</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[George Held]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by George Held
Some editors favor what&#8217;s adorned
And request me to expand a verse;
Some prefer terse
And want no more.
Click to listen: mp3
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		<title>The Summer Wind</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/the-summer-wind/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 04:06:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Features]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry Prof.]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Neal Whitman]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof
My friend Joan, aka Feather Woman, responding to last month&#8217;s The Short and Long of It, spoke to me of what she finds sublime — poets who create their own music.
&#8220;Jammin in the East Room&#8221;  dateline: May 12, 2009. Yes, as reported by The New York Times, &#8220;The candles flickered, the bassist [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Importance Of Punctuation</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 04:05:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Dale Knight</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Other]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Comma quirk irks Rogers &#8211; The Globe and Mail: &#8220;It could be the most costly piece of punctuation in Canada.&#8221;
This is a classic case of where the placement of a comma has great importance.
&#8220;The controversial comma sent lawyers and telecommunications regulators scrambling for their English textbooks in a bitter 18-month dispute that serves as an [...]]]></description>
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