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		<title>Wicker Basket</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ruth Weal</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day I was looking at myself in the mirror and noticed that my lips were cracked and chapped, I had dark circles under the eyes and ink stained finger tips.  This poem just sort of popped into my head &#8230; <a href="http://wealie.co.uk/my-art/poetry-and-prose/wicker-basket/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #003300;">One day I was looking at myself in the mirror and noticed that my lips were cracked and chapped, I had dark circles under the eyes and ink stained finger tips.  This poem just sort of popped into my head and didn&#8217;t require any editing.</span></p>
<h3><span style="color: #000080;">WICKER BASKET</span></h3>
<p>Cracked and chapped lips<br />
ink stained finger tips<br />
patiently neurotic<br />
the plain exotic</p>
<p>Dark circles beneath the eyes<br />
Covered in a sepia of insipid lies<br />
Effortlessly drained<br />
This psychotic maimed</p>
<p>Comfortably numb<br />
Life has struck me dumb<br />
Depressed and tired<br />
Badly in need of being re-wired</p>
<p>An ocean of memories won and lost<br />
All these emotions crumbling to dust<br />
An armful of neuroses and habits<br />
Why would you want to love this wicker basket?</p>
<h5><strong><em>Ruth Weal 09 October 2006 12.54 am<br />
Copyright R Weal 2006</em></strong></h5>
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