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		<title>Books and poetry</title>
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			<title>The Dead Drew Closer</title>
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			<dc:creator>Rico Harkwood</dc:creator>
			<description>Here's something I wrote a couple of days back, if anyone is still lurking through the vast empty landscape of Hezzikins, or hiding in the underground network of bunkers and laboratories, maybe they would like to read it. Well here it is:



The dead drew closer.

Forever the walked, crawled and, in some desperate cases, fell towards their intended victims to satisfy a sinister hunger that could never be happy, always wanting more. What was this hunger that drove the dead from their soft and  ...</description>
			<category>Books and poetry</category>
			<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:14:35 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Disabled-By Wilfred Owen</title>
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			<dc:creator>Atlas Coca Bi</dc:creator>
			<description>This poem was written by Wilfred Owen, an English soldier during the second world war, when he was in hospital recovering from shell shock. Owen writes about a man disabled during combat. Please read on:

 

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,

And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,

Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park

Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,

Voices of play and pleasure after day,

Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

About this time  ...</description>
			<category>Books and poetry</category>
			<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 17:41:08 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>My book for Ad. Lit</title>
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			<dc:creator>Jonny_36567</dc:creator>
			<description><![CDATA[In my nLIT class, we have to read books. Heres my next four books:
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Uglies by scott westerfield
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Pretties
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Speacials
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Extras]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 21:28:57 GMT</pubDate>
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