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    <title>Gaia: Performance Pod - Chattin' It Up - Talking it up!</title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 20:03:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Talking it up!</title>
      <author>http://yvonnemarieladd.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>Yvonne</dc:creator>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 20:03:40 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;Hi I am working on several things in my life.&amp;nbsp; Besides tending and keeping my home in order and myself up.&amp;nbsp; I have been helping homeless children by donating what ever I can.&amp;nbsp; I love these homeless children and am very concerned for their lives.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;m not able to do much but I do what I can.&amp;nbsp; I am going to have a bake sale of cookies and see what kind of money&amp;nbsp;I can raise for them.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m also working on my book of poems, oh I&amp;#39;d like to get it published but the time just isn&amp;#39;t right, right now.&lt;br /&gt;I am a survivor of abuse and my poems tell of this abuse.&amp;nbsp; I look back at the first 21 years of my life and think it is not good, but I look at my life now and say it is very good.&amp;nbsp; Here is one of my poems that I have written.&amp;nbsp; Poetry is an art in itself, and&amp;nbsp;I like poetry a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mask Preview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploding destruction rips to shreds&lt;br /&gt;and tosses heaping piles of confusion throughout&lt;br /&gt;torn pieces of flesh pulse and ache in a child, this child&lt;br /&gt;Quick and sure reality&lt;br /&gt;pictures of ugly evil and pitiful sakes&lt;br /&gt;forbidden tracts stomped and ruined&lt;br /&gt;hurt so deep and wide in a child, this child&lt;br /&gt;Terror and fright kicks and fights a child, this child, &lt;br /&gt;An iron child&lt;br /&gt;make believe?&amp;nbsp; No!&amp;nbsp; a child, this child&lt;br /&gt;intruders brutal force, pain so keen&lt;br /&gt;a piercing pain, iron child&amp;#39;s fierce return&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, grabbing and stabbing pain&lt;br /&gt;lust entangled, a madman?&amp;nbsp; games?&lt;br /&gt;Insane!&amp;nbsp; a stone cold reaction fuels anger &lt;br /&gt;in action, in a child, this child, an iron child&lt;br /&gt;worlds pass in and out&lt;br /&gt;mixed emotions play and prey viciously about&lt;br /&gt;reality? rage? terror? pain?&amp;nbsp; Racked with confusion in a child, this child, an iron child&lt;br /&gt;spread out to be devoured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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