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	<title>Comments on: Interstate</title>
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		<title>By: Dylan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dylan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2005 19:53:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Speaking of sketchbooks, this poem was written in one that I kept during a road trip. 

I'm not sure what to make of your association between the poem an an act of your own that you seem to consider blashpemous. Is that what you got out of it?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Speaking of sketchbooks, this poem was written in one that I kept during a road trip. </p>
<p>I&#8217;m not sure what to make of your association between the poem an an act of your own that you seem to consider blashpemous. Is that what you got out of it?</p>
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		<title>By: clint</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2005 02:30:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I quite like this one. Very thought provoking...

makes me think back to an old sketchbook I went thru about 6 months ago. it was from my art school days, I was about 23/24. I was in alot of pain from a relationship with a girl I really liked, I drew a sketch of Jesus on the cross, it was the only thing that I could draw that would somehow represent how much pain I was feeling. I then proceeded to curse him out and blame him for all the pain I was going thru,  you know I never knew that I had cursed God in my past, forgot all about it until I went thru the sketchbook again. I closed the book, told the Lord I was sorry, asked Him to forgive me and thanked Him for His mercy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I quite like this one. Very thought provoking&#8230;</p>
<p>makes me think back to an old sketchbook I went thru about 6 months ago. it was from my art school days, I was about 23/24. I was in alot of pain from a relationship with a girl I really liked, I drew a sketch of Jesus on the cross, it was the only thing that I could draw that would somehow represent how much pain I was feeling. I then proceeded to curse him out and blame him for all the pain I was going thru,  you know I never knew that I had cursed God in my past, forgot all about it until I went thru the sketchbook again. I closed the book, told the Lord I was sorry, asked Him to forgive me and thanked Him for His mercy.</p>
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