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	<title>Comments on: Still and Maybe More: a Trilogy</title>
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		<title>By: Obediah Michael Smith</title>
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		<dc:creator>Obediah Michael Smith</dc:creator>
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		<description>Dis make me won boil fish all over again - enables me to recall when I and the environment out of which these foods came, were younger, newer. 

This poem allows me to go back to a time when my taste buds worked better as well as my eye sight. 

How very fresh these foods seem to my senses. Things seem to have turned gray since - emotionally and actually. 

What a time this poem captures and allows me to access. I am very grateful for desires and emotions it puts me again in touch with. 

What very fine art - a very fine poem. It makes me nostalgic for a Bahamas which was. It is critical of a time which now paradoxically seems quite delicious.</description>
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<p>This poem allows me to go back to a time when my taste buds worked better as well as my eye sight. </p>
<p>How very fresh these foods seem to my senses. Things seem to have turned gray since &#8211; emotionally and actually. </p>
<p>What a time this poem captures and allows me to access. I am very grateful for desires and emotions it puts me again in touch with. </p>
<p>What very fine art &#8211; a very fine poem. It makes me nostalgic for a Bahamas which was. It is critical of a time which now paradoxically seems quite delicious.</p>
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