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		<title>By: Sheryl</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sheryl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 23:24:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This poem tears at my heart and yet, it somehow emparts hope.  
I&#039;m sure you have heard about the mass grave discovered in NM, 11 women and one unborn infant, all victims of not just a murderer but their profession as prostitutes, or substance users as well.  Two of them were cousins, none of them were very old, all of them had families that loved them. I had worked with 4 of them when they were very young women.
I like the last line, for even a prostitute is a person, a woman. I find some solace in the hope that as a woman (or a girl) there was a least one moment in life in which she gave her heart away. (Because that would mean in that moment she felt a freedom in doing so.)
Thank you for completing your poem with this glimpse of hope.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This poem tears at my heart and yet, it somehow emparts hope.<br />
I&#8217;m sure you have heard about the mass grave discovered in NM, 11 women and one unborn infant, all victims of not just a murderer but their profession as prostitutes, or substance users as well.  Two of them were cousins, none of them were very old, all of them had families that loved them. I had worked with 4 of them when they were very young women.<br />
I like the last line, for even a prostitute is a person, a woman. I find some solace in the hope that as a woman (or a girl) there was a least one moment in life in which she gave her heart away. (Because that would mean in that moment she felt a freedom in doing so.)<br />
Thank you for completing your poem with this glimpse of hope.</p>
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		<title>By: Amy Porter</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amy Porter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 16:51:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hmm... a pretty sad but unfortunatly true one...too many of those these days I&#039;m afraid.:(</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hmm&#8230; a pretty sad but unfortunatly true one&#8230;too many of those these days I&#8217;m afraid.:(</p>
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