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	<title>Shari&#039;s Telling Stories &#187; moving forward</title>
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	<description>A little poetry, a little prose, from Shari Lynne Smothers</description>
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		<title>The Work of Forward Motion</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 21:43:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shari Smothers</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once bitten twice shy is the adage that flashes on the walls of my thoughts. And lately the neon words resonate, as are made manifest and stolid my ever-present collected hesitations. It’s me on the verge I see out there close to losing everything comprehension competence basic faith in my own ability to do things [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<!-- Start Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><!-- End Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><p><em>Once bitten twice shy</em><br />
is the adage that flashes<br />
on the walls of my thoughts.<br />
And lately the neon words resonate,<br />
as are made manifest and stolid<br />
my ever-present collected hesitations.</p>
<p>It’s me on the verge<br />
I see out there<br />
close to losing everything<br />
comprehension<br />
competence<br />
basic faith in my own ability<br />
to do things<br />
completely familiar to me.</p>
<p>Stepping off into Twenty Ten<br />
aiming for changes to<br />
return me to familiar things<br />
put away years ago<br />
causes unreasoned trepidation<br />
and makes me know</p>
<p>It’s still necessary to guard<br />
even possibly rail against<br />
the screaming defeatist naysayer<br />
living in my head.</p>
<p>&copy;2009 Shari Lynne Smothers</p>
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