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                        <title>Y5week34 snow in august</title>
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                        <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 16:26:24 +0000</pubDate>
                        <description><![CDATA[hey:-) i hope you like it!Snow in AugustYou&#039;ve been leaning against that old oak for months nowYour hands deep in your pockets, your eyes fixed on the skyYou hoped it would breakAnd the tree...]]></description>
                        <content:encoded><![CDATA[hey:-) i hope you like it!<br><br><U>Snow in August</U><br><br>You've been leaning against that old oak for months now<br>Your hands deep in your pockets, your eyes fixed on the sky<br>You hoped it would break<br>And the tree would be a skeleton supporting your view with shaking hands<br>But it never once broke<br>And the tree is a ba.stard of an oak, alive with birds you heard never mate for life<br>Well, ducks do<br>But who cares, he said<br>Well, you do<br><br>And now you're waiting for snow in the middle of August<br><br>Some weeks ago a child threw stones at you<br>Just to see if it's true and you wouldn't move<br>Then it got scared and dashed back to the path<br>Where people behave like they're supposed to<br>A hunchback with a walking stick once came up close<br>He'd heard you mumble â€œa song belongs to no oneâ€<br>And he said: â€œYes, it's awful how people just keep moving on,<br>But you'd better desert this place, before you're given up for dead.<br>And if you tell yourself it's easy, you may well find it isâ€<br>He flinched when your bloodshot eyes settled on him<br>Well, he never approached you again<br><br>And it's you, the sky, the tree, the same letdown for days on end<br>The clouds gather and vanish, the colours shift<br>The birds' songs still make you sick<br>The sky, it does not break<br>But who cares, they say<br>Well, you do<br>And you're still waiting for snow in the middle of August.<br><br><br>cheers,<br>straycat.]]></content:encoded>
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