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	<title>Comments on: Ornamental Lament</title>
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		<title>By: Stefan</title>
		<link>https://nomosjournal.org/2015/03/ornamental-lament/#comment-115</link>
		<dc:creator>Stefan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2015 07:23:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>At least it has stood up to several readings. 

Here&#039;s to hoping it won&#039;t fall over without further explanation.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At least it has stood up to several readings. </p>
<p>Here&#8217;s to hoping it won&#8217;t fall over without further explanation.</p>
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		<title>By: Bob Lane</title>
		<link>https://nomosjournal.org/2015/03/ornamental-lament/#comment-114</link>
		<dc:creator>Bob Lane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2015 12:26:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have read your poem several times now and each time I find myself wondering just what it is that the poet is lamenting. Is it that we humans are substantially like ornaments? Ornaments for someone&#039;s pleasure? The tree: Of life? Empty. But not barren?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have read your poem several times now and each time I find myself wondering just what it is that the poet is lamenting. Is it that we humans are substantially like ornaments? Ornaments for someone&#8217;s pleasure? The tree: Of life? Empty. But not barren?</p>
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