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	<title>Comments on: i should really google</title>
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		<title>By: Rolston</title>
		<link>https://myrobotispregnant.com/2008/04/22/i-should-really-google/comment-page-1/#comment-9329</link>
		<dc:creator>Rolston</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 18:08:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>so i looked it up, stare is another word for starling.  a bird.  I needed that to get into the poem.  thanks.  

molly, thanks.  how many hives does mike have?  do you think he will agree with nate?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>so i looked it up, stare is another word for starling.  a bird.  I needed that to get into the poem.  thanks.  </p>
<p>molly, thanks.  how many hives does mike have?  do you think he will agree with nate?</p>
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		<title>By: Nate</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 14:54:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Chinese fire drill. Bees get bored too.</description>
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		<title>By: molly</title>
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		<dc:creator>molly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 00:51:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>my brother, mike, is the bee rustler to ask.  when he&#039;s back in the country, we&#039;ll get him on that one!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my brother, mike, is the bee rustler to ask.  when he&#8217;s back in the country, we&#8217;ll get him on that one!</p>
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		<title>By: Matt</title>
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		<dc:creator>Matt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 10:39:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The superior order of the honey bees is taking over:




The Stare&#039;s Nest by My Window


The bees build in the crevices
Of loosening masonry, and there
The mother birds bring grubs and flies.
My wall is loosening; honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

We are closed in, and the key is turned
On our uncertainty; somewhere
A man is killed, or a house burned.
Yet no clear fact to be discerned:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

A barricade of stone or of wood;
Some fourteen days of civil war:
Last night they trundled down the road
That dead young soldier in his blood:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart&#039;s grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love; O honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

-- W. B. Yeats</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The superior order of the honey bees is taking over:</p>
<p>The Stare&#8217;s Nest by My Window</p>
<p>The bees build in the crevices<br />
Of loosening masonry, and there<br />
The mother birds bring grubs and flies.<br />
My wall is loosening; honey-bees,<br />
Come build in the empty house of the stare.</p>
<p>We are closed in, and the key is turned<br />
On our uncertainty; somewhere<br />
A man is killed, or a house burned.<br />
Yet no clear fact to be discerned:<br />
Come build in the empty house of the stare.</p>
<p>A barricade of stone or of wood;<br />
Some fourteen days of civil war:<br />
Last night they trundled down the road<br />
That dead young soldier in his blood:<br />
Come build in the empty house of the stare.</p>
<p>We had fed the heart on fantasies,<br />
The heart&#8217;s grown brutal from the fare,<br />
More substance in our enmities<br />
Than in our love; O honey-bees,<br />
Come build in the empty house of the stare.</p>
<p>&#8211; W. B. Yeats</p>
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