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		<title>By: gdg</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/trunk/comment-page-7/#comment-405724</link>
		<dc:creator>gdg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 19:09:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i don&#039;t want to do this i have done this before so please stop giving me the same think as i am starting to get annoyed thankyou very much please change it &amp; i wwill not give you my name &amp; email adresses.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>i don&#8217;t want to do this i have done this before so please stop giving me the same think as i am starting to get annoyed thankyou very much please change it &amp; i wwill not give you my name &amp; email adresses.</p>
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		<title>By: Jeff Goodman</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/trunk/comment-page-7/#comment-405723</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeff Goodman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 19:04:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It was so dark inside the elephant that my dreams felt like lumps of coal. They flew out of my head, headed for the terrible gravity of a black hole, and the holes they left above my eyes poured jet black sand and emptiness and forever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>It was so dark inside the elephant that my dreams felt like lumps of coal. They flew out of my head, headed for the terrible gravity of a black hole, and the holes they left above my eyes poured jet black sand and emptiness and forever.</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer Gregory</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/trunk/comment-page-7/#comment-405722</link>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer Gregory</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:52:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;The trunk.  There&#039;s no bod- bottle of alcohol in the trunk.  Impossible.&quot;
&quot;What is that stench?&quot;
&quot;Alcohol, most definitely.&quot;
&quot;Smells like a rotting corpse.&quot;
&quot;It&#039;s imported.  From Sweden.&quot;
&quot;You drove that body here from Sweden?&quot;
&quot;She was a mail-order bride.  Defective.&quot;
&quot;So there IS a body in that trunk?&quot;
&quot;Only the finest of specimens.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>&#8220;The trunk.  There&#8217;s no bod- bottle of alcohol in the trunk.  Impossible.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;What is that stench?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Alcohol, most definitely.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Smells like a rotting corpse.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;It&#8217;s imported.  From Sweden.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;You drove that body here from Sweden?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;She was a mail-order bride.  Defective.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;So there IS a body in that trunk?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Only the finest of specimens.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Kara</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/trunk/comment-page-7/#comment-405721</link>
		<dc:creator>Kara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:50:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>driving in a car but youre actually getting kiddnapped</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>driving in a car but youre actually getting kiddnapped</p>
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		<title>By: sue</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/trunk/comment-page-7/#comment-405720</link>
		<dc:creator>sue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:49:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think of the trunk of an elephant that he sucks water into.  When he wants a bath, he squirts that water onto his back.  Then if he doesn&#039;t want a bath with that water, he drinks it when he gets thirsty.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I think of the trunk of an elephant that he sucks water into.  When he wants a bath, he squirts that water onto his back.  Then if he doesn&#8217;t want a bath with that water, he drinks it when he gets thirsty.</p>
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		<title>By: sue</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/trunk/comment-page-7/#comment-405719</link>
		<dc:creator>sue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:47:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>the back of the car that you put things in when you go on a trip is a trunk.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>the back of the car that you put things in when you go on a trip is a trunk.</p>
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		<title>By: Trista</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/trunk/comment-page-7/#comment-405718</link>
		<dc:creator>Trista</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:46:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dirty sun light filter through the bullet holes of the old Oldsmobile, giving just enough illumination to confirm all his fears. Alec was now the sole living occupant of this tiny hell. The bullets from last night may have missed their mark with him, but they hit the other mystery man dead center. Well, at least you haven&#039;t started to stink yet Alec mumbled out-loud.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Dirty sun light filter through the bullet holes of the old Oldsmobile, giving just enough illumination to confirm all his fears. Alec was now the sole living occupant of this tiny hell. The bullets from last night may have missed their mark with him, but they hit the other mystery man dead center. Well, at least you haven&#8217;t started to stink yet Alec mumbled out-loud.</p>
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		<title>By: fennifer2005</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/trunk/comment-page-7/#comment-405716</link>
		<dc:creator>fennifer2005</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:41:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>all i could think of was how beautiful the lights looked as the truck came barreling at me.  euphoria and wonder. broken glass, broken bones. i was screaming, it was beautiful.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>all i could think of was how beautiful the lights looked as the truck came barreling at me.  euphoria and wonder. broken glass, broken bones. i was screaming, it was beautiful.</p>
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		<title>By: gsk</title>
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		<dc:creator>gsk</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:36:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Like a safe dropped into a ravine
down onto my wily head
a cartoon crises played out
on my storyboard skin

No artist could do justice
paint the scene as textured
sculpt as bright
or design as free
the free-fall of us</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Like a safe dropped into a ravine<br />
down onto my wily head<br />
a cartoon crises played out<br />
on my storyboard skin</p>
<p>No artist could do justice<br />
paint the scene as textured<br />
sculpt as bright<br />
or design as free<br />
the free-fall of us</p>
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		<title>By: X</title>
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		<dc:creator>X</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:24:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The trunk made a sound that neither driver nor passenger noticed. It was not a very loud sound; it was the soft and small and quiet sound of punches against metal. In the wing mirror he caught sight of the thick green stalks trailing from the car, dragging along the weathered road as the car sped well over the speed limit. He pulled over, and approached the vines with caution. Upon identifying their source – the trunk – he lifted the latch and pulled up the lid to be enveloped by a cloud of red and pink and white petals, and sparkling droplets of dew, and the fragrance of five hundred flowers crushed into a very small space. More vines grew out of the trunk and seemed to run off down the road, enormous rosebuds blooming further and further off in the distance. The vines grew in the opposite direction too: into the car, and around the headboards of the front seats and into the radio and around the rear-view mirror and over the bonnet and wrapping themselves around the tyres, with those beautifully impossible roses blooming all the while.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>The trunk made a sound that neither driver nor passenger noticed. It was not a very loud sound; it was the soft and small and quiet sound of punches against metal. In the wing mirror he caught sight of the thick green stalks trailing from the car, dragging along the weathered road as the car sped well over the speed limit. He pulled over, and approached the vines with caution. Upon identifying their source – the trunk – he lifted the latch and pulled up the lid to be enveloped by a cloud of red and pink and white petals, and sparkling droplets of dew, and the fragrance of five hundred flowers crushed into a very small space. More vines grew out of the trunk and seemed to run off down the road, enormous rosebuds blooming further and further off in the distance. The vines grew in the opposite direction too: into the car, and around the headboards of the front seats and into the radio and around the rear-view mirror and over the bonnet and wrapping themselves around the tyres, with those beautifully impossible roses blooming all the while.</p>
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