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  <title>pools and pools of leaves</title>
  <subtitle>Nick</subtitle>
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    <name>Nick</name>
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    <title>they told me there was more</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-04T06:33:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i lit a trash can on fire with a hose, today. the arch was high and very, very bright. i thought about a tuna can i once saw, but decided against it. off to my right there were three civil war enthusiasts. i smiled at their costumes. the blood was real, though. kind of strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked away from the trash can and headed up the street. there was a nickel laying on the sidewalk, it was the size of a quarter. what nonsense! i went ahead and picked it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind me a group of street kids mumbled something. they told me there was more. from what i  could see in the reflections around my shoes, they didn't look me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bored</content>
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