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		<title>Callused</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hard, stubborn callous; How you cover the tender spots. With your condemned skin. How you need to be soaked; How you need to be scraped away, Diligently, &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.every day. Or you become like snow the day after - Hard packed &#8230; <a href="http://danielle.tippy.name/493/callused">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Look at Me and Love Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Jonathan docked his little body at the island, his wiggles briefly anchored. And as he munched on apple snack he briefly realized, that body being satisfied was not enough. And this thoughtful young man, looked up at busy mother, and &#8230; <a href="http://danielle.tippy.name/463/look-at-me-and-love-me">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Puzzle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dropping off the edge of the world It all came into focus. Like a smooth talker Convincing me that the pieces would fall into place. And they did, for awhile. Then the hunt began, And stamped colors jumped out at &#8230; <a href="http://danielle.tippy.name/472/the-puzzle">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Ghost of Christmas Present</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I met you that Christmas when he and I were new And heart hungered only for you. When sun slipped under, eye would not go too And heart watched restlessly for you. And when you tapped him on the shoulder &#8230; <a href="http://danielle.tippy.name/443/the-ghost-of-christmas-present-part-1">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Invisible Rock</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The substance of it remarked to my heart, There&#8217;s another rock, over yonder. It&#8217;s shape eluded and all precluded, As heart dropped into the dark. And stumbled through a craven view, Until a pebble did find. And heart rolled This &#8230; <a href="http://danielle.tippy.name/435/the-invisible-rock">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Undone by Trees</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I think this fool will always view A tree with eyes anew. &#8230;thanks to this poem. And this is one reason I love poetry! The right poem paints a vivid picture of His &#8220;invisible things&#8221;, and I gasp! Trees by &#8230; <a href="http://danielle.tippy.name/430/undone-by-trees">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Silly Songs and Raspberries</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This morning was glorious! My cup was overflowing, and merry streams trickled out on children encased in silly songs and raspberries. We rowed right through morning to-do&#8217;s and floated into the schoolroom, where peace was displaced, momentarily. &#8220;Does Mommy love &#8230; <a href="http://danielle.tippy.name/428/silly-songs-and-raspberries">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Stuffing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last night I went to bed expectantly, only to be awakened at midnight by a husband who was traumatized with leaking pipes and storage stuffing. &#8220;I want that storage area cleaned up tomorrow.&#8221; His words echoed, perhaps a catalyst for &#8230; <a href="http://danielle.tippy.name/404/ive-got-it-sorted">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>tree art</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i really wanted to write a poem today. about a Thanksgiving tree. but when we tried to string the lights we discovered small branches on the bottom and big ones on top and i barreled into the present with a &#8230; <a href="http://danielle.tippy.name/365/tree-art">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Turkeys, Stuffing, and Immersion</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We drove down Lincoln Drive on the way to Taekwondo. What met our eyes brought disappointment to me, and excitement to the kids. Lighted wreaths and candles illuminated the drab drive, while darkening my brows. Was Thanksgiving to be ignored &#8230; <a href="http://danielle.tippy.name/345/turkeys-stuffing-and-immersion">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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