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		<title>That&#8217;s When He Knew: Poem</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Artist: Marc Chagall That&#8217;s When He Knew They walk with ease along the trail He slows &#8211; lets her glide ahead He watches her movements in wonder The way her skirt dances with the breeze That&#8217;s when he knew &#8230; Michael]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://cgfa.acropolisinc.com/chagall/index.html" target="_blank">Marc Chagall</a></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em><strong>That&#8217;s When He Knew</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">They walk with ease along the trail<br />
He slows &#8211; lets her glide ahead</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">He watches her movements in wonder<br />
The way her skirt dances with the breeze</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">That&#8217;s when he knew &#8230;</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Michael</em></p>
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		<title>That&#8217;s When He Knew: Haiku</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://cgfa.acropolisinc.com/chagall/index.html" target="_blank">Marc Chagall</a></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em><strong>That&#8217;s When He Knew</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">they walk – hand in hand<br />
in comfortable silence<br />
and &#8211; that’s when he knew</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Michael</em></p>
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		<title>That&#8217;s When He Knew: Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 00:04:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Artist: Marc Chagall That&#8217;s When He Knew As they enter the trail, he yields &#8211; she glides ahead He watches with wonder as her skirt dances in time with each step she takes That&#8217;s when he knew&#8230; They walk in comfortable silence for a while He absently sits down on their bench As if pulled [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://cgfa.acropolisinc.com/chagall/index.html" target="_blank">Marc Chagall</a></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em><strong>That&#8217;s When He Knew</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">As they enter the trail, he yields &#8211; she glides ahead<br />
He watches with wonder as her skirt dances<br />
in time with each step she takes</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>That&#8217;s when he knew&#8230;</em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">They walk in comfortable silence for a while<br />
He absently sits down on their bench<br />
As if pulled by magnetic force,<br />
She slides in beside him and<br />
playfully traces his ear<br />
with her finger</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>That&#8217;s when he knew&#8230;</em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">They sit folded into each other on their bench,<br />
a sudden breath of wind tussles her hair<br />
A few locks fall and cover her face<br />
He quickly reaches over to<br />
gently brush them free<br />
He has to see her<br />
impossible<br />
beauty</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>That&#8217;s when she knew&#8230;</em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Michael</em></p>
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