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		<title>Philip Larkin – Spring</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Spring Spring Green-shadowed people sit, or walk in rings, Their children finger the awakened grass, Calmly a cloud stands, calmly a bird sings, And, flashing like a dangled looking-glass, Sun lights the balls that bounce, the dogs that bark, The branch-arrested mist of leaf, and me, Threading my pursed-up way across the park, An  [...]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Orkney Travel Prep</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2012 00:08:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Horses Those lumbering horses in the steady plough, On the bare field – I wonder, why, just now, They seemed terrible, so wild and strange, Like magic power on the stony grange. Perhaps some childish hour has come again, When I watched fearful, through the blackening rain, Their hooves like pistons in an ancient  [...]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Edwin Muir</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2012 00:02:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Childhood Long time he lay upon the sunny hill, To his father’s house below securely bound. Far off the silent, changing sound was still, With the black islands lying thick around. He saw each separate height, each vaguer hue, Where the massed islands rolled in mist away, And though all ran together in his  [...]]]></description>
		
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