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		<title>2010 - One Vibe, One Tribe</title>
		<description><![CDATA[so many religions, so many divisions
so many rituals, dogmas, traditions
in rote, we recite prayers and mantras and creeds
as we grasp at salvation with offerings and deeds
priests, rabbis and preachers teach folklore, their brand
while our souls join, embracing, clasping hand within hand
singing words of compassion to the tune One vibe
always was, always will be, One celestial tribe.
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		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/203</link>
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		<title>2010 - New Year&#8217;s Toast</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here&#8217;s to the first day of the best of your life.
Cheers.
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		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/202</link>
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		<title>2010 - New Year&#8217;s Resolutions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[To be&#8230;
Closer my soul to Thee
Closer my God to me
More compassionate, mindful, more wise and more true
Closer my light to You.
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		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/201</link>
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		<title>2009 - Shannon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My favorite gal
And travel pal
My best lunch date
And movie mate.
 Oh daughter dear,
And grandpups too,
I love so much
Each one of you.
 
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		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/200</link>
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		<title>1997 - Wild Horse Creek Road</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m driving here along this winding road
Through woods of greenery with rays of gold
That&#8217;s where I hear Your message clear and true
And where I come to get in touch with You.
 
I try to be as strong as I can be
But troubles often get the best of me
That&#8217;s when I drive in search of You, my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/199</link>
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		<title>2002 - What Does Your Daughter Do?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My daughter works at Macy&#8217;s
What does your daughter do?
&#8220;She graduated college in nineteen ninety-two
She hasn&#8217;t found her path yet so she works at Macy&#8217;s too.&#8221;
My daughter took the wrong path of heroin and crack
But thanks to God and doctors she found the right road back.
Remember them in ruffles? We&#8217;d watch them at their play
And now [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/198</link>
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		<title>2008 - Back To The Sugar Shores</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My budget&#8217;s bare, should save that dime
My St. Louis guy won&#8217;t wait this time
The highway&#8217;s fast, my Beetle&#8217;s slow
Oh I don&#8217;t care, I&#8217;m gonna go.
 
Well here I am, pink sky, poolside
Monarch lovelies dip and glide
Palms, old and young, inhale gulf breeze
High up kites sail where they please
My toes greet squeaky, snow-white sand
Waves, like old boyfriends, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/173</link>
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		<title>2001 - Mr. Right</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He&#8217;s not Mr. Right
But he cries at my poems
And he&#8217;s offered to share
His food and his home.
 
He&#8217;s not Mr. Right
But he laughs at my verse
And he&#8217;s promised to love me
For better or worse.
 
Though he&#8217;s loaded with quirks 
His smile&#8217;s a delight
And he&#8217;s crazy enough
To think I&#8217;m Mrs. Right. 
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		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/167</link>
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		<title>1969 - Cherished Memories</title>
		<description><![CDATA[when i was little, almost three
i beamed cause dad was proud of me
when by myself i went potty
i bet he was thinking - finally!
 
when mom would take me to the store
i&#8217;d throw tantrums on the floor
as she dragged me through the door
i bet that she wished i was four
 
i had a sweet sister, a cute [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/195</link>
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		<title>1983 - Just Plain Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I remember as a child
The trees so tall, the flowers wild
The sweet moist moss in the warm, soft sun
My cowgirl boots, and my cowgirl gun
What a life that was, what contentment there
Nothing in my path but the clean fresh air
Then the months passed by and I started school
Land where looks and social standing rule
I was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/194</link>
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