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		<title>By: Aaron</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/soil/comment-page-7/#comment-130151</link>
		<dc:creator>Aaron</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 22:20:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;i like gardens and the black top soil that is used. it is rich in nutrients and the like. all the more to fatten up the vegetables and the fruit that is planted back there. one day we will all return to the soil in one form or another to be eaten up the vegetaBLES that are so nutritious to us. &lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>i like gardens and the black top soil that is used. it is rich in nutrients and the like. all the more to fatten up the vegetables and the fruit that is planted back there. one day we will all return to the soil in one form or another to be eaten up the vegetaBLES that are so nutritious to us. </p>
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		<title>By: Matthew Eric Cohn</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/soil/comment-page-7/#comment-130152</link>
		<dc:creator>Matthew Eric Cohn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 22:17:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Tom opened the door to his room for the night and surveyed it for escape routes and vulnerabilities. It was a miserable room, smelling faintly of sweat and old cheese.  The sheets were soiled and fleas were an inevitability.  It was a small room, lacking a window or vent of any kind.  Dank.  Escape was was not an option, he would have to set up wards.  It was a nasty 2nd option, but it would have to do.  He set down his bags, closed the door and set to working.  It would be an hour or two in doing, but it would keep him safe, and there were no second chances in the game of cat and mouse.  &lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Tom opened the door to his room for the night and surveyed it for escape routes and vulnerabilities. It was a miserable room, smelling faintly of sweat and old cheese.  The sheets were soiled and fleas were an inevitability.  It was a small room, lacking a window or vent of any kind.  Dank.  Escape was was not an option, he would have to set up wards.  It was a nasty 2nd option, but it would have to do.  He set down his bags, closed the door and set to working.  It would be an hour or two in doing, but it would keep him safe, and there were no second chances in the game of cat and mouse.  </p>
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		<title>By: Dana</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/soil/comment-page-7/#comment-130153</link>
		<dc:creator>Dana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 22:11:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;the grass grows so beautifully. Reaching up to touch the morning sun, it stretches and stretches. Not enough. No matter how long it reaches, it is so far away. small, beautiful grass. you&#039;re perfect just the way you are.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>the grass grows so beautifully. Reaching up to touch the morning sun, it stretches and stretches. Not enough. No matter how long it reaches, it is so far away. small, beautiful grass. you&#8217;re perfect just the way you are.</p>
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		<title>By: not tamara</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/soil/comment-page-7/#comment-130154</link>
		<dc:creator>not tamara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 22:08:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;soil falls through my fingers like when I&#039;m sorting through the pasta or the rice looking for the little bugs that seem to like wheat. soil, i return to you. soil, like stars, that concoction of everything, of dead bodies and dead trees and dead bugs, all ground into this rich red or black or brown mixture, ready to feed the next generation&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>soil falls through my fingers like when I&#8217;m sorting through the pasta or the rice looking for the little bugs that seem to like wheat. soil, i return to you. soil, like stars, that concoction of everything, of dead bodies and dead trees and dead bugs, all ground into this rich red or black or brown mixture, ready to feed the next generation</p>
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		<title>By: g.</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/soil/comment-page-6/#comment-130155</link>
		<dc:creator>g.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:41:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;ever since my eyes skimmed those red words, i&#039;ve been worrisome about being that rocky soil &amp; that thorny soil. let me take root, bear me in fruit...&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>ever since my eyes skimmed those red words, i&#8217;ve been worrisome about being that rocky soil &#038; that thorny soil. let me take root, bear me in fruit&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: CoCo</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/soil/comment-page-6/#comment-130156</link>
		<dc:creator>CoCo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:34:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Buried beneath the soil of the present-day situation was a glorious past. The embittered ground releases its toxins upon the golden memories, breaking down its shimmer until nothing is left.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Buried beneath the soil of the present-day situation was a glorious past. The embittered ground releases its toxins upon the golden memories, breaking down its shimmer until nothing is left.</p>
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		<title>By: Alyssa</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/soil/comment-page-6/#comment-130157</link>
		<dc:creator>Alyssa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:09:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;bring the soil down to earth&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this isn&#039;t real at all&lt;br /&gt;
but I&#039;d love to touch your soil&lt;br /&gt;
and see what its all about&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;is your soil clean?&lt;br /&gt;
without sins and remorse? &lt;br /&gt;
they say it is, but I don&#039;t think it is&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>bring the soil down to earth</p>
<p>this isn&#8217;t real at all<br />
but I&#8217;d love to touch your soil<br />
and see what its all about</p>
<p>is your soil clean?<br />
without sins and remorse? <br />
they say it is, but I don&#8217;t think it is</p>
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		<title>By: [Marisa]</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/soil/comment-page-6/#comment-130158</link>
		<dc:creator>[Marisa]</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;she sat on the beanch and looked at her soiled feet. the mud and grass inbetween her toes reminded her what she was running for. reminded her that she need to get away and the throbbing only made if ever so clear that it is the right thing to do. to run for her life, because if she doesnt, there might not be that beautiful sunset to watch again.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>she sat on the beanch and looked at her soiled feet. the mud and grass inbetween her toes reminded her what she was running for. reminded her that she need to get away and the throbbing only made if ever so clear that it is the right thing to do. to run for her life, because if she doesnt, there might not be that beautiful sunset to watch again.</p>
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		<title>By: Eileen</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/soil/comment-page-6/#comment-130159</link>
		<dc:creator>Eileen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:07:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;There&#039;s this thick dirt under my fingernails from gardening, but I&#039;d mind more if it didn&#039;t smell like  the rich sun overhead. I understand that my hands are dirty, but for now they are just carriers of the stuff life grows in. Under my fingernails and in the whorls of my fingerprints, I would grow sunflowers. Flowerfingers they&#039;d call me, or I&#039;d call myself. I&#039;m not sure I&#039;d have friends to nickname me if I had live stuff on my hands.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>There&#8217;s this thick dirt under my fingernails from gardening, but I&#8217;d mind more if it didn&#8217;t smell like  the rich sun overhead. I understand that my hands are dirty, but for now they are just carriers of the stuff life grows in. Under my fingernails and in the whorls of my fingerprints, I would grow sunflowers. Flowerfingers they&#8217;d call me, or I&#8217;d call myself. I&#8217;m not sure I&#8217;d have friends to nickname me if I had live stuff on my hands.</p>
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		<title>By: Samantha</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/soil/comment-page-6/#comment-130160</link>
		<dc:creator>Samantha</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:04:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;This was yesterday&#039;s word.  I&#039;m disappointed. I wanted a new one. That&#039;s no good. Maybe I did it after twelve... I can&#039;t remember. Darn repeats. I was looking forward to this today. There is always tomorrow. Oh yeah, soil. There, I mentioned it. &lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>This was yesterday&#8217;s word.  I&#8217;m disappointed. I wanted a new one. That&#8217;s no good. Maybe I did it after twelve&#8230; I can&#8217;t remember. Darn repeats. I was looking forward to this today. There is always tomorrow. Oh yeah, soil. There, I mentioned it. </p>
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