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	<description>A little poetry, a little prose, from Shari Lynne Smothers</description>
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		<title>I Turned to Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 21:21:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shari Smothers</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The world didn’t stop I just stepped off. It wouldn’t pull up so I took a break from people telling me who were my idols, why they’re now fallen, demanding from them the apology I don&#8217;t need. I stepped back from the sound bytes from leaders bereft of sound advice, like play yard fighters screaming [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<!-- Start Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><!-- End Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><p>The world didn’t stop<br />
I just stepped off.<br />
It wouldn’t pull up<br />
so I took a break</p>
<p>from people telling me<br />
who were my idols,<br />
why they’re now fallen,<br />
demanding from them<br />
the apology I don&#8217;t need.</p>
<p>I stepped back from<br />
the sound bytes from<br />
leaders bereft of sound advice,<br />
like play yard fighters<br />
screaming “No, Mine!”<br />
only with lives at stake.</p>
<p>My spirit was affected<br />
flashed flaming red hot<br />
then flash-frozen iced<br />
then to a melted, wet pile of ash.<br />
And, with no invitation for me<br />
of a word from me<br />
I understood my voice<br />
was not sought.</p>
<p>So I stayed unplugged<br />
logged off when not working<br />
and I wrote.</p>
<p>&copy; 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers</p>
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