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	<description>Poems and short stories by the writer Louise McCoy</description>
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		<title>The smallest of angels</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 12:01:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Louise Anne McCoy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The smallest of angels took her rest, laying her head upon my chest. She listened to my breathing, out and then in, and at my quickening heart beat, she raised her chin. She spoke then so quietly, that I could hardly hear, but the smile in her eyes had lessened my fear. Then closing her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>carry home an angel</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 22:44:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Louise Anne McCoy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Of all the angels that came on that day, only one was invited to stay. Wings full and fluttering, making sweet humming bird sounds, and pale dainty feet sprung her forth from the ground. &#34;why me?&#34; she said in the thinnest of voices, and all around her responded in the thickest of rejoices. Her face [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Healing</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 10:20:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Louise Anne McCoy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hot on the heels of an epiphany, led the way to a dressing down you see. Providing the sun on  the plate of the moon, and hovering over it gently we did swoon. Swollen with greed on the swellings of the tide, we swallowed wholly and with pride. Turning now to face all but one, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Underneath</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 22:31:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Louise Anne McCoy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[And on this face I wear a dress, and in the house I am all of a mess. I&#8217;ll skimp past the cooker to set me on fire at best, Happiness a forgery and un welcomed guest. Feel the burns at the souls of the feet, Feel it now as a tasty treat. As flames [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Heart felt</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 22:28:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Louise Anne McCoy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s funny, how did you become last not first, with heart pounding in its chest and fit to burst. And crying out with an insatiable thirst, circulating the blood of its worst. As it cries bitterly in the blink of an eye, a moral soldier, the repetitive spy.]]></description>
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		<title>Blue Beard</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 21:59:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Louise Anne McCoy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Porksley pig had nothing he could do. His pinkish skin had turned to indigo blue. It had happened one night while he was asleep and turning in a dream, while sloshing around in a vat of whipped cream.  He had munched his way through some blueberries on the table of the kitchen of farmer Smith, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Monkey Magic</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 12:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Louise Anne McCoy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The little monkey wound down his tail, to a lowly mouse looking as solemn as a snail. &#34;Why,&#34; said the monkey, &#34; do you look so upset,&#34; Said the mouse, &#34; with a local jaguar I&#8217;ve placed a bet. He has organized a race for us in pear tree jungle mall, he had said size [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pea Soup</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2011 11:35:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Louise Anne McCoy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The pea sat in its pod, all perfect in gleaming coat of green.  It hadn&#8217;t wished to come out, it lay quiet and serene. The world protested from above, beyond and below.  The pea had little to do with it, wrapped in its neat little row. Then one day a yellow haired child, skipping along [...]]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 00:28:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Louise Anne McCoy</dc:creator>
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		<title>Ant That Grand</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2011 23:22:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Louise Anne McCoy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once upon at time, there was an ant, who carried on his back a rather large plant. And back at his  busy ants nest, he made the plant into a cool vest. He had dreams of designing the latest ant fashions, for natural clothing, he had his passions. &#34; Nature,&#34; he would say,&#34;will always provide, [...]]]></description>
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