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	<title>Comments on: Expect The Unexpected</title>
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		<title>By: Gail White</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gail White</dc:creator>
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		<description>I love the site, especially the bird pictures.
I once wrote a poem about dead armadillos.  It went like this:

The smart armadillo stays on the side of the road
where it was born.  The dumb
get a sudden urge to explore across the asphalt,
and nine times out of ten, collide
with a ton of moving metal.
They&#039;re on my daily route:  soft shells of land crustacea,
small blind knights in armor.
Nobody cares.  Green Peace and the Sierra Club aren&#039;t interested.
There are too damn many amadillos
and beauty, like money, is worth more when it&#039;s scarce.
Just give us time.  Let enough of them try to cross the road.
When we&#039;re down to the last half dozen
we&#039;ll see them with the eyes of God.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the site, especially the bird pictures.<br />
I once wrote a poem about dead armadillos.  It went like this:</p>
<p>The smart armadillo stays on the side of the road<br />
where it was born.  The dumb<br />
get a sudden urge to explore across the asphalt,<br />
and nine times out of ten, collide<br />
with a ton of moving metal.<br />
They&#8217;re on my daily route:  soft shells of land crustacea,<br />
small blind knights in armor.<br />
Nobody cares.  Green Peace and the Sierra Club aren&#8217;t interested.<br />
There are too damn many amadillos<br />
and beauty, like money, is worth more when it&#8217;s scarce.<br />
Just give us time.  Let enough of them try to cross the road.<br />
When we&#8217;re down to the last half dozen<br />
we&#8217;ll see them with the eyes of God.</p>
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