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		<title>by: mark weber</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 15:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I was reading the Odes of Quintus Horatius Flaccus
(aka Horace) that day, in the perfectly wonderful
versions by Joseph P Clancy that I've kept close
all these so many years.   Reading in the mountains,
what could be better? Sip a little grape juice, eat
a granola bar. And an apple.  It's been a relatively wet year
for New Mexico, hence the flies.  I was up Piedra Lisa
Trail. I saw a horny toad (!) which I havent seen in years.
He had coloration perfectly camouflaged for the granulated
granite gneiss rocks and scrub oak (Gambel oak) underbrush.
And deer all over.  And birds like crazy.  Sun and even the
moon early on in the day.     

signed,
mark the speller
Thank you KLAUS for posting this incidental poem of mine</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was reading the Odes of Quintus Horatius Flaccus<br />
(aka Horace) that day, in the perfectly wonderful<br />
versions by Joseph P Clancy that I&#8217;ve kept close<br />
all these so many years.   Reading in the mountains,<br />
what could be better? Sip a little grape juice, eat<br />
a granola bar. And an apple.  It&#8217;s been a relatively wet year<br />
for New Mexico, hence the flies.  I was up Piedra Lisa<br />
Trail. I saw a horny toad (!) which I havent seen in years.<br />
He had coloration perfectly camouflaged for the granulated<br />
granite gneiss rocks and scrub oak (Gambel oak) underbrush.<br />
And deer all over.  And birds like crazy.  Sun and even the<br />
moon early on in the day.     </p>
<p>signed,<br />
mark the speller<br />
Thank you KLAUS for posting this incidental poem of mine
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