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		<title>By: rogel dias</title>
		<link>http://neoneocon.com/2005/05/08/happy-mothers-day-quotes-or-lack/#comment-802</link>
		<author>rogel dias</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2007 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Why shouldn't you surprise your mother and family with a Unique Present costing you nothing?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Adding free software for "mother day applications" attracks readers. The reason why I mention in my mother day blog a freeware application called "Photo Cube Maker". This allows you to make a Unique Customized Photo Cube with your own pictures (of your mother, family, yourself, ...).&lt;BR/&gt;You can check it out at &lt;A HREF="http://motherday.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow"&gt;**Free Photo Cube Maker**&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I wish you all the luck with this application. &lt;BR/&gt;Kindly regards,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;rogel dias&lt;BR/&gt;http://motherday.blogspot.com</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Why shouldn&#8217;t you surprise your mother and family with a Unique Present costing you nothing?</p>
<p>Adding free software for &#8220;mother day applications&#8221; attracks readers. The reason why I mention in my mother day blog a freeware application called &#8220;Photo Cube Maker&#8221;. This allows you to make a Unique Customized Photo Cube with your own pictures (of your mother, family, yourself, &#8230;).<br />You can check it out at <a HREF="http://motherday.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">**Free Photo Cube Maker**</a></p>
<p>I wish you all the luck with this application. <br />Kindly regards,</p>
<p>rogel dias<br /><a href="http://motherday.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">http://motherday.blogspot.com</a></p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://neoneocon.com/2005/05/08/happy-mothers-day-quotes-or-lack/#comment-803</link>
		<author>Anonymous</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2007 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Perhaps the production of pithy quotations about parenthood, in all its complexity and ambivalence, is a job best suited to poets -- or perhaps to poets who are themselves parents. The speaker's voice in the following poem could be that of a mother or a father. Regardless of gender, the poem's evocation of the feelings of a parent who is about to lose a beloved child to adulthood makes it a worthy companion to the lovely Jarrell poem on your blog. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The Writer&lt;BR/&gt;by Richard Wilbur&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;In her room at the prow of the house&lt;BR/&gt;Where the light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,&lt;BR/&gt;My daughter is writing a story.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I pause in the stairwell, hearing&lt;BR/&gt;From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys&lt;BR/&gt;Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Young as she is, the stuff&lt;BR/&gt;Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:&lt;BR/&gt;I wish her a lucky passage.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But now it is she who pauses,&lt;BR/&gt;As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.&lt;BR/&gt;A stillness greatens, in which&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The whole house seems to be thinking,&lt;BR/&gt;And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor&lt;BR/&gt;Of strokes, and again is silent.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I remember the dazed starling&lt;BR/&gt;Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;&lt;BR/&gt;How we stole in, lifted a sash&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And retreated, not to affright it;&lt;BR/&gt;And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door, We watched the sleek, wild, dark&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And iridescent creature&lt;BR/&gt;Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove&lt;BR/&gt;To the hard floor, or the desk-top,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And wait then, humped and bloody,&lt;BR/&gt;For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits&lt;BR/&gt;Rose when, suddenly sure,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It lifted off from a chair-back,&lt;BR/&gt;Beating a smooth course for the right window&lt;BR/&gt;And clearing the sill of the world.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It is always a matter, my darling,&lt;BR/&gt;Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish&lt;BR/&gt;What I wished you before, but harder.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Perhaps the production of pithy quotations about parenthood, in all its complexity and ambivalence, is a job best suited to poets &#8212; or perhaps to poets who are themselves parents. The speaker&#8217;s voice in the following poem could be that of a mother or a father. Regardless of gender, the poem&#8217;s evocation of the feelings of a parent who is about to lose a beloved child to adulthood makes it a worthy companion to the lovely Jarrell poem on your blog. </p>
<p>The Writer<br />by Richard Wilbur</p>
<p>In her room at the prow of the house<br />Where the light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,<br />My daughter is writing a story.</p>
<p>I pause in the stairwell, hearing<br />From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys<br />Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.</p>
<p>Young as she is, the stuff<br />Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:<br />I wish her a lucky passage.</p>
<p>But now it is she who pauses,<br />As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.<br />A stillness greatens, in which</p>
<p>The whole house seems to be thinking,<br />And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor<br />Of strokes, and again is silent.</p>
<p>I remember the dazed starling<br />Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;<br />How we stole in, lifted a sash</p>
<p>And retreated, not to affright it;<br />And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door, We watched the sleek, wild, dark</p>
<p>And iridescent creature<br />Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove<br />To the hard floor, or the desk-top,</p>
<p>And wait then, humped and bloody,<br />For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits<br />Rose when, suddenly sure,</p>
<p>It lifted off from a chair-back,<br />Beating a smooth course for the right window<br />And clearing the sill of the world.</p>
<p>It is always a matter, my darling,<br />Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish<br />What I wished you before, but harder.</p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://neoneocon.com/2005/05/08/happy-mothers-day-quotes-or-lack/#comment-804</link>
		<author>Anonymous</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2007 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>A quote not for mothers, but it should have been.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How do I feel about my mother? &lt;BR/&gt;The way grass feels the sun.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A quote not for mothers, but it should have been.</p>
<p>How do I feel about my mother? <br />The way grass feels the sun.</p>
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