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	<title>Comments on: The Campfire, a poem by Forrest</title>
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		<title>By: jruthkelly</title>
		<link>http://highmountainmuse.com/2009/08/21/the-campfire-a-poem-by-forrest/comment-page-1/#comment-1248</link>
		<dc:creator>jruthkelly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 14:57:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;like ourselves. . . &quot; i love that shift.
beautiful poem.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;like ourselves. . . &#8221; i love that shift.<br />
beautiful poem.</p>
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		<title>By: Al Olson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Al Olson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 20:49:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Gin and Forrest,

I have had those same thoughts and feelings while camping, but never had the words to describe the experience like Forrest.  He has a gift.

Al</description>
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<p>I have had those same thoughts and feelings while camping, but never had the words to describe the experience like Forrest.  He has a gift.</p>
<p>Al</p>
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		<title>By: DON BENTLEY</title>
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		<dc:creator>DON BENTLEY</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 13:11:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can smell the camp fire and feel the night as i nod off to sleep .Wish i was there .
                                                DON</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can smell the camp fire and feel the night as i nod off to sleep .Wish i was there .<br />
                                                DON</p>
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