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	<title>London Poetry Review &#187; R.L. Cook</title>
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		<title>MANIFESTO</title>
		<link>http://londonpoetryreview.com/2008/07/manifesto/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>R.L. Cook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Vol. 1, No. 1]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[We are the anger of ten thousand nights, The pride of pioneers leaps from our eyes; Our hands shape the darkness into weapons, Our footsteps fall on comfort without mercy. We point our spears with dew, the blood of night; Our faces shine like roses in the light. We stir dark-laden leaves with eager breath, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We are the anger of ten thousand nights,<br />
The pride of pioneers leaps from our eyes;<br />
Our hands shape the darkness into weapons,<br />
Our footsteps fall on comfort without mercy.</p>
<p>We point our spears with dew, the blood of night;<br />
Our faces shine like roses in the light.</p>
<p>We stir dark-laden leaves with eager breath,<br />
We are coming, singing, from the silent heath,<br />
We are singing, marching through the frozen grass.<br />
We are tomorrow&mdash;stand aside and let us pass.</p>
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