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		<title>By: Ed Webb</title>
		<link>http://budtheteacher.com/blog/2009/04/05/nmp2009-prompt-5/comment-page-1/#comment-2336</link>
		<dc:creator>Ed Webb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 04:39:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Never saw them made,
Which is, perhaps, a Good Thing:
British sausages!

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ed Webbs last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://the-ed-rush.blogspot.com/2009/04/media-identity-in-middle-east-noted.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Media &amp; Identity in the Middle East - Noted This Week (weekly)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Never saw them made,<br />
Which is, perhaps, a Good Thing:<br />
British sausages!</p>
<p><abbr><em>Ed Webbs last blog post..<a href="http://the-ed-rush.blogspot.com/2009/04/media-identity-in-middle-east-noted.html" rel="nofollow">Media &amp; Identity in the Middle East &#8211; Noted This Week (weekly)</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Andrew Forgrave</title>
		<link>http://budtheteacher.com/blog/2009/04/05/nmp2009-prompt-5/comment-page-1/#comment-2325</link>
		<dc:creator>Andrew Forgrave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 10:29:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>He wants the Sampler,
from the adult menu now.
Eleven comes fast!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He wants the Sampler,<br />
from the adult menu now.<br />
Eleven comes fast!</p>
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		<title>By: Ken Allan</title>
		<link>http://budtheteacher.com/blog/2009/04/05/nmp2009-prompt-5/comment-page-1/#comment-2314</link>
		<dc:creator>Ken Allan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 08:37:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I stole into my kitchen-nook
Half hoping I might steal a look
At all the culinary fare
Located in that cook-house lair.

But in between the bric-a-brac
Hidden in recess, joint and crack
I found a store of mischief rife,
A veritable stock of life.

For just behind the biscuit tin
Bereft of scaley tail or fin
Two silverfish began to scurry,
Then scaled the pantry in a hurry.

Watched by a spider unaware
Who, on a bone just napping there,
Spied happily with the other eye
Her web entrap a butterfly.

And down beside a jug of figs
A pair of chocolate-brown earwigs
Lay dreaming of tomorrow&#039;s meal,
A tasty piece of potted eel.

And more of tasteless base decorum
Waiting in that kitchen forum,
Holdings dense in rich variety,
Tenanted in just propriety.

Of all the city parks and zoos
Confining apes, cats, kangaroos,
More awe-inspiring imagery
Springs from my home menagerie.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken Allans last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://newmiddle-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-praise-of-plaudit.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;In Praise Of Plaudit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I stole into my kitchen-nook<br />
Half hoping I might steal a look<br />
At all the culinary fare<br />
Located in that cook-house lair.</p>
<p>But in between the bric-a-brac<br />
Hidden in recess, joint and crack<br />
I found a store of mischief rife,<br />
A veritable stock of life.</p>
<p>For just behind the biscuit tin<br />
Bereft of scaley tail or fin<br />
Two silverfish began to scurry,<br />
Then scaled the pantry in a hurry.</p>
<p>Watched by a spider unaware<br />
Who, on a bone just napping there,<br />
Spied happily with the other eye<br />
Her web entrap a butterfly.</p>
<p>And down beside a jug of figs<br />
A pair of chocolate-brown earwigs<br />
Lay dreaming of tomorrow&#8217;s meal,<br />
A tasty piece of potted eel.</p>
<p>And more of tasteless base decorum<br />
Waiting in that kitchen forum,<br />
Holdings dense in rich variety,<br />
Tenanted in just propriety.</p>
<p>Of all the city parks and zoos<br />
Confining apes, cats, kangaroos,<br />
More awe-inspiring imagery<br />
Springs from my home menagerie.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Ken Allans last blog post..<a href="http://newmiddle-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-praise-of-plaudit.html" rel="nofollow">In Praise Of Plaudit</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Bud Hunt</title>
		<link>http://budtheteacher.com/blog/2009/04/05/nmp2009-prompt-5/comment-page-1/#comment-2313</link>
		<dc:creator>Bud Hunt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 04:30:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Shirley Temple

I can&#039;t spell the type of cherries
That they use to make you
But Ani thinks that you are
As great as I did
When I was her age.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Shirley Temple</p>
<p>I can&#8217;t spell the type of cherries<br />
That they use to make you<br />
But Ani thinks that you are<br />
As great as I did<br />
When I was her age.</p>
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		<title>By: Rick Tanski</title>
		<link>http://budtheteacher.com/blog/2009/04/05/nmp2009-prompt-5/comment-page-1/#comment-2312</link>
		<dc:creator>Rick Tanski</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 19:19:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The Fizz

He likes to drink the fizz

            From the top of pop

Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!

            His eyes bulge

His lips pucker

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp

            And a grin

His eyes twinkle

His lips curl at the edges

He&#039;s captured the fleeting effervescence

            Of bits of dancing bubbles

To quickly the fizz flattens and flees

            Into the air

Like the breath of youth

            Which, once exhaled,

            Becomes the vapor of memory

In the mind of a father

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rick Tanskis last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://ricktanski.wordpress.com/2009/04/05/national-poetry-month-2009-45-the-fizz/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;National Poetry Month 2009 4.5 The Fizz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Fizz</p>
<p>He likes to drink the fizz</p>
<p>            From the top of pop</p>
<p>Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!</p>
<p>            His eyes bulge</p>
<p>His lips pucker</p>
<p>Slurp! Slurp! Slurp</p>
<p>            And a grin</p>
<p>His eyes twinkle</p>
<p>His lips curl at the edges</p>
<p>He&#8217;s captured the fleeting effervescence</p>
<p>            Of bits of dancing bubbles</p>
<p>To quickly the fizz flattens and flees</p>
<p>            Into the air</p>
<p>Like the breath of youth</p>
<p>            Which, once exhaled,</p>
<p>            Becomes the vapor of memory</p>
<p>In the mind of a father</p>
<p><abbr><em>Rick Tanskis last blog post..<a href="http://ricktanski.wordpress.com/2009/04/05/national-poetry-month-2009-45-the-fizz/" rel="nofollow">National Poetry Month 2009 4.5 The Fizz</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: National Poetry Month 2009 4.5 The Fizz &#171; Fits &#38; Fugues</title>
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		<dc:creator>National Poetry Month 2009 4.5 The Fizz &#171; Fits &#38; Fugues</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 19:19:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] by Rick Tanski on April 5, 2009  For Bud&#8217;s prompt 5, I submit this one inspired as I watched my son immediately dive into his drink after it was [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] by Rick Tanski on April 5, 2009  For Bud&#8217;s prompt 5, I submit this one inspired as I watched my son immediately dive into his drink after it was [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Jenn G</title>
		<link>http://budtheteacher.com/blog/2009/04/05/nmp2009-prompt-5/comment-page-1/#comment-2309</link>
		<dc:creator>Jenn G</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 14:39:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Grill cheese,
Please,
Yellow, brown, and gooey
Warm, soft and chewy
Grill cheese,
Please.


Grill chesse is my daughter&#039;s favorite food to order.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Grill cheese,<br />
Please,<br />
Yellow, brown, and gooey<br />
Warm, soft and chewy<br />
Grill cheese,<br />
Please.</p>
<p>Grill chesse is my daughter&#8217;s favorite food to order.</p>
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		<title>By: Kevin Hodgson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kevin Hodgson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 13:22:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Menu Options

I&#039;m not a kid, he says,
and I am suddenly aware of how tall he is
(and wonder, how did that happen?)
and I notice how he won&#039;t even look at the menu placed in front of him
that has the word &quot;kid&quot; jumping out at him in bold letters;
Instead, he steals a glance at my menu, like a thief,
and points his index finger right straight at a large plate of ribs
with fries and more food than one can even imagine tumbling off the sides of the picture
and he boasts, I can eat it all, no problem,
as his brothers look up from their crayons and coloring
and admire his audacity
while I consider the size of his stomach
in direct comparison
to the size of my wallet.

The podcast:  http://www.box.net/shared/static/489dm3ej3b.mp3

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2009/04/05/your-alliteration-days/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Your Alliteration Days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Menu Options</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not a kid, he says,<br />
and I am suddenly aware of how tall he is<br />
(and wonder, how did that happen?)<br />
and I notice how he won&#8217;t even look at the menu placed in front of him<br />
that has the word &#8220;kid&#8221; jumping out at him in bold letters;<br />
Instead, he steals a glance at my menu, like a thief,<br />
and points his index finger right straight at a large plate of ribs<br />
with fries and more food than one can even imagine tumbling off the sides of the picture<br />
and he boasts, I can eat it all, no problem,<br />
as his brothers look up from their crayons and coloring<br />
and admire his audacity<br />
while I consider the size of his stomach<br />
in direct comparison<br />
to the size of my wallet.</p>
<p>The podcast:  <a href="http://www.box.net/shared/static/489dm3ej3b.mp3" rel="nofollow">http://www.box.net/shared/static/489dm3ej3b.mp3</a></p>
<p><abbr><em>Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..<a href="http://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2009/04/05/your-alliteration-days/" rel="nofollow">Your Alliteration Days</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Marcy Webb</title>
		<link>http://budtheteacher.com/blog/2009/04/05/nmp2009-prompt-5/comment-page-1/#comment-2305</link>
		<dc:creator>Marcy Webb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 11:26:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was born in 1965, and so dining out and fast food meals weren&#039;t the order of the day @ my childhood home.  When we did eat out, say, at MacDonald&#039;s for example, I would order a small fries, soda and a hamburger. I would eat a bite, maybe two, and then give the rest to my Dear Father.  I liked pickles, so, my father and brother would give the pickles from their burgers to me.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcy Webbs last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.marcywebb.com/front-page/2009/4/4/twitter-in-the-foreign-language-classroom12-seconds-tv.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Twitter in the Foreign Language Classroom:12 Seconds TV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was born in 1965, and so dining out and fast food meals weren&#8217;t the order of the day @ my childhood home.  When we did eat out, say, at MacDonald&#8217;s for example, I would order a small fries, soda and a hamburger. I would eat a bite, maybe two, and then give the rest to my Dear Father.  I liked pickles, so, my father and brother would give the pickles from their burgers to me.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Marcy Webbs last blog post..<a href="http://www.marcywebb.com/front-page/2009/4/4/twitter-in-the-foreign-language-classroom12-seconds-tv.html" rel="nofollow">Twitter in the Foreign Language Classroom:12 Seconds TV</a></em></abbr></p>
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