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		<title>Short Story &#8211; The Sudden Makeover &#8211; Mehreen Ahmed</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2011/10/17/short-story-the-sudden-makeover-mehreen-ahmed/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 02:05:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mehreen</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Sudden Makeover
By: Mehreen Ahmed

Once, there lived three friends, Una, Ulle and Ursula. While they were all outgoing, Una was a bit shy, Usha was not and Ursula, the happy medium, perfectly poised between the two. Ulle’s vivacity sometimes angered Una to the hilt. One day, they went out to have coffee and as they were looking for a place to sit down, Una said haltingly as always that she wanted to sit at the far end of the room. This enraged Ulle.

“You’re really awkward, you know!” She said. “And why can’t we sit in the middle?”

“Because, I’m embarrassed.”

“Who do you think would look at you?”

“May be no-one!”

“Still you’re, the way you are! You will not change.”

“I can’t change; you should know that by now.”

“Now, now let’s not waste time arguing over seats,” Ursula chimed in. “Why can’t we all sit in that corner next to the wall, best of both worlds?”]]></description>
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		<title>Short Story &#8211; Macchiato &#8211; Mehreen Ahmed</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2011/03/02/short-story-macchiato-mehreen-ahmed/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 02:03:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mehreen</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Macchiato

By: Mehreen Ahmed

 

Meaka woke up with a cold sweat.  By the clock sitting next to her on the bedside table, it was three in the morning.  She lay there in the dark, cold and sleepless thinking of getting out of bed.  But somehow she could not.  Her limbs would not give an inch and yet her brain kept saying otherwise. It felt as though it was racing — and racing it was like crazy. In the semi-darkness she looked across the room — an empty chair.  Her gaze fixed on it almost asking it for a solution but this overwhelming inertia was hard to knock off.

Restlessness seized her when she finally got out of bed.    It was four`0’ clock.  Just a few hours from now, she was meeting a friend for coffee. Quietly slipping into her sandals she grabbed her dressing gown, opened the door softly and went into the living room closing the door behind her.

She turned one of the blinds poles to look through the narrow blade slits. The dark sky over the horizon had only just started to glow.  Meaka waited for the sun.  It steadily came up spreading some of that hue across the sky.  She was going to have breakfast with Riana soon.  A strange sort of pleasure possessed her at the thought.  Last week’s coffee meeting was such an eye-opener; none of Riana’s stories moved her so much, as did this one.

Riana was 35.  An accident left her disabled, when she was 5 years old.  She had a rough childhood ever since.  No one played with her at school.  Friendless, she grew up feeling rejected, frustrated, and empty until she met Rick — her knight in shining armour who took all her worries away and filled her with new sensation. Now, married with two lovely boys, she lives with Rick in the next suburb —Campsie.  Meaka and Riana had been friends for over two years.  For Riana,Meaka is her best friend, her shoulder to cry on.  And for Meaka, well! the relationship is just getting warmed up.

Waiting for Riana at the Coffee Club, Meaka flicked through the menu thinking what was holding her up.  She was generally not this late.  Her mobile rang out as she tried to call her.  Meaka waited for ten more minutes — and then there she was, getting out of her car.  She wore a tweed short skirt and a red topwith a deep neckline.  Her cascading black hair shone in the golden sun as she crossed the road.  At a slow pace she came on to the other side, holding her little boy’s hand securely, limping as usual.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Real Love &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/11/12/poem-real-love-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 07:31:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Story Institute</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Real Love By: Lamar Cole &#160; Love that soars above the clouds. Love that knows no bounds. Love that always brings a smile. Love that never goes out of style. &#160; Love that stays around for a while. Love that brings a beautiful child. Love that lasts for life. Love that binds a husband and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Moon Shy &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/11/11/poem-moon-shy-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2010 06:36:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Moon Shy By: Lamar Cole &#160; Dark clouds racing across the sky. True love began to fly. In a love nest so dry. &#160; The sky has gone from blue to gray. The sun tried to peek through. But the only sunshine in the room today, Was my darling you. &#160; The day turned into [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Heavenly Body &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/11/05/poem-heavenly-body-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Nov 2010 01:41:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Heavenly Body By: Lamar Cole &#160; Ducks swimming in the pond. I held a star in my arms. That star darling was you. On a summer night so new. &#160; Frogs croaking, Crickets chirping songs of love. Heavenly body in my arms. Slowly brewing summer storm.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Loudest Roar &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/10/30/poem-loudest-roar-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2010 06:33:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Loudest Roar By: Lamar Cole &#160; When I&#8217;m with you darling, I feel like an eagle that forever soars. I feel like a lion with the loudest roar. I feel like a King with a throne of gold. I feel like a stallion that never grows old. &#160; When I touch you, I feel like [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Love Dance &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/10/27/poem-love-dance-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 03:23:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Love Dance By: Lamar Cole &#160; The moon danced with the stars. The clouds tangoed with the sky. My sweetheart and I love danced in the grass. Passion was sweet and fast. &#160; The wind waltzed with the night. The mood was just right. My heart swung with her soul. Until early light.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Color of Love &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/10/27/poem-color-of-love-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 00:49:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Color of Love By: Lamar Cole &#160; God colored the sky blue. God colored love true. God colored the grass green. Darling, God colored true love me and you.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Autumn Chill &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/10/26/poem-autumn-chill-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2010 20:27:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Autumn Chill By: Lamar Cole &#160; It&#8217;s twilight. The sun escorts the moon to the night. The sun sleeps, the wind howls. My sweetheart smiles. &#160; Autumn chill, Sweetheart&#8217;s warm feel, Sultry looks, Heart be still.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Dark Holes &#8211; Kenja</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/10/17/poem-dark-holes-kenja/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2010 19:38:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[the earth opens and sucks in all that loves ,giving back unexplained terror letting us wonder like lost puppies, it hits the one that loves with not only his mind and body but mainly soul letting us have glory, when we lose it it feels as if a million knifs going through our hearts, hearing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Barbara (Angel in Disguise) &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/10/13/poem-barbara-angel-in-disguise-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 00:10:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Barbara (Angel in Disguise) By: Lamar Cole &#160; As long as I live, I will always be a fan. Of the lovely, wonderful Barbra Streisand. &#160; Voice so pure and enchanting when she sings. You can hear romantic bells ring. Whether singing high or low. Her words always have a beautiful flow. &#160; Soft melodies that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Sweet Love Wins &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/10/12/poem-sweet-love-wins-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 18:03:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sweet Love Wins By: Lamar Cole &#160; Bonfire burns. Firelight flickering softly upon your skin. Flames rising high. Passion reaching the sky. &#160; Lips touching, Hands searching, Hearts blend. Sweet love wins.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Passion Cry &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/10/08/poem-passion-cry-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2010 09:50:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Passion Cry By: Lamar Cole &#160; My sweetheart and I cuddling in the field. The cornstalks standing tall. The magic of love everywhere. Exciting like the county fair. &#160; Breathing becomes shallow. Heads become light. The stars hugged the sky. Through the night was heard. A sweet sound of passion cry.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; So Serene &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/10/07/poem-so-serene-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2010 22:40:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So Serene By: Lamar Cole &#160; The wind felt cool upon my back. Her eyes looked like shimmering pools of pearls. The moon kissed the stars goodnight. I held my sweetheart so very tight. &#160; The sand felt good between my toes. Her scent sweet as a rose. The water looked so blue green. Love [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Good Loving Man &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/10/06/poem-good-loving-man-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 21:24:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Good Loving Man By: Lamar Cole &#160; My sweetheart is as sweet as raindrops dripping off a rose petal. As lovely as the beams reflected from the moon. As brilliant as the brightest star. As romantic as a Paul Anka tune. &#160; She&#8217;s as lively as Glenn Miller&#8217;s Big Band. As fresh as a winter [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Passion in the Waves &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/29/poem-passion-in-the-waves-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2010 04:02:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Passion in the Waves By: Lamar Cole &#160; Remember darling, the end of the day. The sun setting in Montego Bay. You and I frolicking in the Caribbean Sea. Happy as can be. &#160; The water was so blue. The sunset beautiful like you. Love was so fresh and smooth. Passion in the waves made [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Jazz Man Louis &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/29/poem-jazz-man-louis-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2010 03:33:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jazz Man Louis By: Lamar Cole &#160; Notes of gold from his horn he did blow. The great Satchmo, He could really belt out a good song. Listening to Louis Armstrong, You couldn&#8217;t go wrong. &#160; Gravelly voice, A big smile, Jazz Man Louis had a lot of style. Listening to Louis brought a smile to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Short Story &#8211; The Black Coat &#8211; Mehreen Ahmed</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/29/short-story-the-black-coat-mehreen-ahmed/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2010 00:59:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Black Coat Mehreen Ahmed One black wintry night, Piccolo -Xavier bumped into someone while crossing the road. Once he was across, the person on the receiving end was not visible anymore. It seemed that in the Parisian dark alley, it had just melted into darkness. When he peered further, he saw a black coat [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Juices of Love &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/29/poem-juices-of-love-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 22:31:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Juices of Love By: Lamar Cole &#160; The stars shone brightly. The moon sprinkled magic from heaven above. The night is calm. In the valley of love. &#160; An owl hoots. The deer are like statues. My sweetheart is sweet like an apple. The juices of love flow freely.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Passion Steps &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/23/poem-passion-steps-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 04:47:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Passion Steps By: Lamar Cole &#160; Winter storm, Safe and secure in my sweetheart&#8217;s arms. Pretty face, Scented body in satin and lace. &#160; Snow is deep. Through the window a chill creeps. Passion seeps. Happy tears weep.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; October Love &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/22/poem-october-love-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2010 19:01:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[October Love By: Lamar Cole &#160; The moon just peeked from behind the trees. At you and I darling on our carpet of leaves. Your love is sweet like ripe fruit. As our passion takes root. &#160; The wind blew just right tonight. The stars shone from heaven above. Lovely as a dove. October love.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Frank Sinatra (King of Croon) &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/20/poem-frank-sinatra-king-of-croon-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 22:18:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Frank Sinatra (King of Croon) By: Lamar Cole &#160; Frank was suave and smooth. In his Fedora hat, he looked so cool. Man, Frank could sing. Voice that tugged at the ladies&#8217; heartstrings. &#160; The world lost a great crooner. When the Chairman Of The Board passed. His music legacy will always last. &#160; Pure [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Flame of Love &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/18/poem-flame-of-love-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2010 13:50:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Flame of Love By: Lamar Cole &#160; Darling, the path of our love has been very smooth. Because in my heart you lit a fuse. My soul never sings the blues. &#160; A flame of love that always burns. A wheel of passion that always turns. A bird of romance that always flies. A garden of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Paris Groove &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/17/poem-paris-groove-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 08:08:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Paris Groove By: Lamar Cole &#160; Remember darling, sailing the River Seine. How good it felt to be in France. Under the Paris sky, we sailed. The morning mist we could smell. &#160; Remember dancing through the night. Me holding you so very tight. Remember strolling through the Louvre. Nothing beats the Paris groove.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; A Lover&#8217;s Fling &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/16/poem-a-lovers-fling-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 17:02:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A Lover&#8217;s Fling By: Lamar Cole &#160; Night comes to the meadow. Two lovers entwined in the shadows. A soft rain begins. Bringing tingles to the skin. &#160; The air is fresh. Lovers fest. A night bird sings. Bells in the heart ring. &#160; A lover&#8217;s fling. Sweet love is the cream.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Golden Voice Nat &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/09/poem-golden-voice-nat-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 00:46:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Golden Voice Nat By: Lamar Cole &#160; Always impeccably dressed. A song his smooth voice could caress. A smooth singer from days of old. The golden voiced Nat King Cole. &#160; When he sang, the ladies swooned. The stars seemed to shine brighter when he crooned. A voice so soothing. Lovers felt as if cloud [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Cool Love Calls &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/06/poem-cool-love-calls-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 15:32:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cool Love Calls By: Lamar Cole &#160; Half moon, Brilliant stars, The air is brisk. Sweetheart&#8217;s warm kiss. &#160; A horse neighs. Two lovers in the hay. The coming of fall. Cool love calls.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Fred and Ginger &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/09/02/poem-fred-and-ginger-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 01:57:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fred and Ginger By: Lamar Cole &#160; Darling, remember how you kept tapping your feet. How you could hardly sit still in your seat. Looking at Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire sing and dance. Ah, the days of glamour and sweet romance. &#160; Watching Fred and Ginger glide across the stage. Turner Classic Movies will [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Camero Z28 &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/08/25/poem-camero-z28-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 02:29:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Camero Z28 By: Lamar Cole &#160; Remember darling, our exciting date. You and I cruising the highway. In my sky blue Camaro Z28. So in love without a care. The wind blowing through your lovely hair. &#160; Riding down the highway so wild and free. Your soft hand upon my knee. Feeling your body heat [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Graceland &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/08/19/poem-graceland-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 23:57:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Graceland By: Lamar Cole &#160; Remember darling, Walking hand in hand. Through the gates of Graceland. Remember when we sat in Elvis&#8217; pink jeep. Your hug felt so sweet. &#160; Remember how sad you felt. When you saw Elvis&#8217; grave. You seemed to feel his spirit. A heartfelt moment to keep and save. &#160; There was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Jacuzzi Love &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/08/19/poem-jacuzzi-love-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 17:47:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jacuzzi Love By: Lamar Cole &#160; Moonlit night, Feelings right, Bubbling water, Jet streams. &#160; Bodies mesh, Warm flesh, Stars shining above, Jacuzzi love.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Fireplace &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/08/12/poem-fireplace-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 20:43:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fireplace By: Lamar Cole &#160; Flames dancing, Wood popping, Satin and lace, Love by the fireplace. &#160; Soft rug, Tender hugs, Sweet kisses, Lovers&#8217; wishes. &#160; Hot desire. Bodies on fire. Ecstasy and passion. Complete satisfaction.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; One Star &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/08/11/poem-one-star-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 22:49:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One Star By: Lamar Cole &#160; The stars shone bright tonight. One star shone brighter than the rest. That star reminded me of you darling. The brightest star in my life. &#160; One star stood apart from the rest. One star made my heart pound like a jackhammer. One star excited my soul. Giving me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Tasty &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/08/06/poem-tasty-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 12:27:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tasty By: Lamar Cole &#160; The moon just hid behind the trees. Looking tasty and sweet. Like an orange sherbet ice cream treat. &#160; Your love was tasty tonight. Like an orange slice cake. The kind that it takes time to bake. &#160; Passion was out of sight tonight. Love flying so high in the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Dimples &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/29/poem-dimples-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2010 17:50:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dimples By: Lamar Cole &#160; Out in the country. Where life is so simple. Lives a girl with the prettiest dimples. &#160; All decked out in sundress and sandals. Wearing a smile so broad and wide. Brightening up the countryside. &#160; Always happy and sunny. Nice personality, cute, and funny. Always a pleasure to be [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Kiss Your Tears &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/22/poem-kiss-your-tears-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 03:54:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kiss Your Tears By: Lamar Cole &#160; Darling, remember the day. You felt so sad and blue. All you wanted in the world. Was for me to just hold you. &#160; I spent all of that day. Loving you and kissing your tears away. So whenever you&#8217;re feeling sad and blue. No matter what time [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Raindrops of Love &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Raindrops of Love By: Lamar Cole &#160; My love and I strolled outside. In the flower garden. Beautiful and scenic. &#160; It was cloudy in the sky above. It began to shower raindrops of love. You and I darling became drenched. Wet with droplets from above. &#160; Love raindrops look good on your face. From [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; My Strength &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/21/poem-my-strength-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 20:38:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My Strength By: Lamar Cole &#160; I wake up in the morn. Sometimes feeling tired and worn. Through the window comes the morning sun. Shining on you darling. My love my only one. &#160; Like a flower needs a bee. Like a forest needs a tree. Like Popeye needs his spinach. I need you darling, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; A Single Tear &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/16/poem-a-single-tear-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 22:57:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A Single Tear By: Lamar Cole &#160; I remember the time we said goodbye. A single tear fell from your eye. My love was going away. On a distant trip today. &#160; Her nearness she knew I would surely miss. Upon my head she placed a kiss. Even though she left today. Her heart never [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; My Favorite Flavor &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/15/poem-my-favorite-flavor-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 00:28:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My Favorite Flavor By: Lamar Cole &#160; Cherry Coke tastes sweet. Mountain Dew is so neat. But darling, you&#8217;re my favorite flavor. The one that I always savor. &#160; Sweet as a strawberry soda. Fresh as lemonade. Smooth like Mello Yello. Makes me glad I&#8217;m your fellow. &#160; Drinking nice and slow. Satisfies my thirst. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Street Light &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/15/poem-street-light-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 00:21:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Street Light By: Lamar Cole &#160; The street light is glowing bright tonight. As we share our hearts. On a bench in the park. &#160; Our love is burning bright tonight. As we kiss. On this wonderful night. The air filled with bliss. &#160; Our passion is rising high. All the way to the sky. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Silhouettes &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/11/poem-silhouettes-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 22:22:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Silhouettes By: Lamar Cole &#160; A starry night in June. Two silhouettes can be seen on the moon. On a night so cool and fair. Sweet kisses under the white oak tree. Two lovers without a care. &#160; The moon seemed to feel our love. Like the inside of a warm glove. The moon spoke [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; My Favorite Dish &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/09/poem-my-favorite-dish-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 22:51:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My Favorite Dish By: Lamar Cole &#160; A piece of coconut cake, A cup of vanilla ice cream, A slice of apple pie, Can all bring bliss. But darling, you&#8217;re my favorite dish. &#160; A piece of you. Topped with love and affection. Is my one desire and wish. Served with passion and a sweet [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Magic is You &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/09/poem-magic-is-you-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 20:01:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Magic is You By: Lamar Cole &#160; Bodies swaying to and fro. To the music of Barry Manilow. Hearts aglow. Holding each other on the dance floor. &#160; Dancing until weak in the knees. To that hip disco music by the Bee Gees. Ending the night in a sweet groove. Listening to Neil Diamond. Voice [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Ripples &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/05/poem-ripples-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 20:43:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ripples By: Lamar Cole &#160; White clouds, Morning breeze, Ripples in the pond, Dancing trees. &#160; Tall grass blowing. Our love growing. Sunlight shimmering. Sweet love simmering.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Love Destiny &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/05/poem-love-destiny-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 20:40:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Love Destiny By: Lamar Cole &#160; My love sets sail upon waves of trust. Destined for your heart. My love takes flight upon breezes of honesty. Destined for your soul. &#160; My love walks a path of sincerity. Destined for your mind. My love climbs a mountain of togetherness. Destined for your life.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Passion Tonight &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/02/poem-passion-tonight-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 21:23:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Passion Tonight By: Lamar Cole &#160; Darling, you are really on fire tonight. Explosive like dynamite. Exciting like fireworks at night. Making passion rise. With those sultry bedroom eyes. &#160; Ready to explode like TNT. With sweet love just for me. Passion tonight is like nitro. What a beautiful morning afterglow.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Spring Dance &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/01/poem-spring-dance-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 03:15:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Spring Dance By: Lamar Cole &#160; Darling, I remember how pretty you looked. At the spring dance. Carnation in your hair. Flowing strapless chiffon dress. Color of blue so pure. &#160; Lovely as a beauty queen. Girl of my dreams. Sweet as a lily in bloom. Essence radiating through the room. &#160; Beauty and charm [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Thunder Love &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/07/01/poem-thunder-love-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 07:50:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thunder Love By: Lamar Cole &#160; The moon just went behind black clouds. Wind whistling loud. Weeping willows dancing proud. My sweetheart in my arms. Nature sounding alarm. Thunder in our love. Slow and beautiful like a white dove.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem &#8211; Desert Flower &#8211; Lamar Cole</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2010/06/25/poem-desert-flower-lamar-cole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 16:25:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Desert Flower By: Lamar Cole &#160; Precious as a rose in bloom. Treasured more than a gold filled room. Jewels are the moments spent with you. Diamonds are your love so true. &#160; Your love is my treasure. Happiness beyond measure. My pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. My desert flower that [...]]]></description>
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