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		<title>Glassware</title>
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		<title>Lincoln&#8217;s Harmonica Player (Revised)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On the train to work today,
I met President Lincoln’s Harmonica Player.
She was old and dirty with grime covering her face,
And her skills had faded with time,
But she swore she played Amazing Grace at his funeral.
“I’ll never turn down a dollar,
But my account is full,” she said as passengers boarded.
“It was my music that freed the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Henrietta of Union Station, Washington DC 20002</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Henrietta, you caught my eye today.
It’s been awhile but you look good.
I see you got a new shirt to tie your hair back.
I hear there is snow tonight and the wind is rough.
Tear the plastic and put something on.
That coat you have for a pillow looks warm.
*****
Henrietta!

Stop it!
Stop reminding me!

Henrietta.

You are too young for this.
What [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I am</title>
		<description><![CDATA[No
1(one)
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		<link>http://www.jgradenholmes.com/?p=136</link>
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		<title>Museum 2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I work in televised mediums-
televised motion&#8211;
And I smell of man.
I stand before Presidents&#8211;
you keep watching-
As homemade steam moves your feet.
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		<link>http://www.jgradenholmes.com/?p=133</link>
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		<title>Museum 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Before me triplet ladies of color-
All our colors-
Dripping distilled chaos.
Blurred to make their meaning clear.
They watch back with painted mouths,
To painted rhythm, brushed rhyme.
And the middle is almost gone.
I want to smudge them and give them my meaning.
AND I CAN
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		<title>In My Back Alley</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the back room of the Shady Way,
We met and shared tinsel under the table.
With it, we found a team of friendly foes,
And all knew the end they wanted.
The path was different because that agreement was beyond us&#8212;
But the destination was true enough for common minds.
****
The laughter stopped and I charted my course alone.
The first [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jgradenholmes.com/?p=123</link>
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		<title>No Glue Needed</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And there&#8217;s the windshield
Clear and Unbroken
With you behind it
Next to me

Please stay with me
Please stay up with me
Please stay with me
Please stay up with me
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		<link>http://www.jgradenholmes.com/?p=106</link>
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		<title>Sarah Palin Tall</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Premiering at #1 on the NYTimes best sellers list, the greatly anticipated biography of Republican VP hopeful, Sarah Palin.


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		<link>http://www.jgradenholmes.com/?p=96</link>
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		<title>A Post-Extra to an Opening Night.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So I look into my reflection,
A violet circle in my glass of boxed wine.
And like prophets before, I scare the shit out of myself.

The back of my brain itches,
And all in all it makes me useful.
A few months ago that seemed enough.
But now at it again,
Nothing is as clear as it used to be.
Without witness [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jgradenholmes.com/?p=79</link>
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