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	<title>Jasmine's World</title>
	<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com</link>
	<description>Thoughts, Musings and Writing from the World of Jasmine Kruger</description>
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		<title>Names</title>
		<description>     "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” ~ William Shakespeare Sometimes I’m a little frustrated with my name.  No matter where I look it only seems to refer to a beautiful, exotic, fragrant, night-blooming flower.  My name is Jasmine.  ...</description>
		<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com/2010/03/09/names/</link>
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		<title>The Oscars</title>
		<description>      Who watched the Oscars last night?  I did!  And I was shocked that the Hurt Locker took so many general categories.  I'm sure it is an excellent movie, but it didn't have any acting awards for the night, which makes me wonder if it's just a political, special effects ...</description>
		<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com/2010/03/08/the-office/</link>
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		<title>Alice in Wonderland</title>
		<description>     Yesterday, I went to see Alice and Wonderland.  Before going, I was told that the critics had declared it thoroughly and unforgivably Tim Burton with Johnny Depp given free-reign to be his bizarre self.  Well I loved it, even if I defy elite opinion.  Not only did it retain the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com/2010/03/07/alice-in-wonderland/</link>
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		<title>Julia Child</title>
		<description>Yesterday, for my birthday friday, my lovely family and I watched Julie &#38; Julia.  I find this to be such an amazing and inspirational movie.  Not only is the music lovely and the Parisian setting to die for, but the story itself has stirred the same old things inside of me, the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com/2010/03/06/julia-child/</link>
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		<title>Wanderlust</title>
		<description>      Next year, I am seriously looking into studying in Ireland for a semester.  As I plan, and daydream about the wonderful opportunity this could be, I can't help but find a pattern in my fantasies lately.  I frequently like to look up castles and English manors online.  I love ...</description>
		<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com/2010/01/05/wanderlust/</link>
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		<title>Firefly</title>
		<description>Can you feel the earth moving?No, really, stop and feel it. Don’t you feel like you could fall into the sky?Like very little is holding you to the grass? You’re dizzy,You’re dazzled,You’re floating,You’re a little bit sick. There’s a pull on your sneakers,Your fingertips stretch toward the sky. And if he doesn’t hold your ...</description>
		<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com/2009/12/28/firefly/</link>
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		<title>Pickles</title>
		<description> There’s a little toy dinosaurCrouching on my desk.He’s speckled and green.His upright smile remains. He wobbles if I touch him.His plastic balance Can be broken With a breath and a smile. His dumb eyes can’t see.His blind nose can’t smell.He can’t speak,Or filter air. His name is PicklesAnd he will sit in a ...</description>
		<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com/2009/12/28/pickles/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m Sorry Mom</title>
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I’m sorry Mom,
I broke your shoes.

 
Not sheets of rain,
Not a drizzled, pounding background,
But a pillow of rain.

 
I’m sorry Mom,
I broke your shoes.

 
A smothering, fluffy pressure
That blocks out companions sound,
And noises of anything but the dirt path.

 
I’m sorry Mom,
I broke your shoes.

 
A lovely rain of playful hands
That lift and twine my ...</description>
		<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com/2009/12/28/im-sorry-mom/</link>
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		<title>Childhood</title>
		<description>here's the first poem we did in the class
I am chicken soup 
With cinnamon and gizzards.
I am Halva 
Slowly eaten with pursed lips.
I am catching butterflies.

 
I am fishing
With swallowed fear and squirming bait.
I am a cleaning house
With overwhelming smell and cold water.
I am catching butterflies.

 
I am a picture book
With riddles ...</description>
		<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com/2009/12/28/childhood/</link>
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		<title>Poetry&#8230;. really?</title>
		<description>hey everybody!  I've been offline for a long time.  I'm going to start writing regularly now, and I hope that I can get some good comments.  So here's something new.  The next few posts are going to be poetry, which is completley unlike me.  I'm not a poetry person, because ...</description>
		<link>http://www.jasminekruger.com/2009/12/28/poetry-really/</link>
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