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			<title>Bootsie Carr posted a Writing.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[This work was actually written by my grandmother many years ago.  I found it in the attic inside a box of old letters to and from fellow poets and amateur writers.  Apparently she had a friend who wrote mystery novels, and in this correspondence with the friend, she is demonstrating some idea for a project of her own. <br /><br />For what it&#039;s worth:  <br /><br /><br />                      Knitting a Mystery<br />                         by Grandma<br /><br /><br />I am knitting a mystery.  I don&#039;t speak of murder, mind you.  There are many mysteries in the world that have nothing to do with murder.  Neither do I speak of crime.  For we can say the same thing about mysteries and crime.<br />     My mystery rather speaks about knitting.  Yes, the pastime of many a woman, wherein one sits and fabricates a thread toward some kind of garment or blanket.  Today I&#039;m knitting baby booties, although I&#039;ve no right to, naturally.  Nobody I know is having a baby.  Or, rather, nobody I know has admitted to being on the nest.  I have a daughter but she is far past the age of expecting any new little ones.  She had a son years ago who died as a toddler.  He accidentally hung himself on the dining-room curtains.  It&#039;s complicated and I won&#039;t revisit the matter.  But to stay on topic, suffice it to say that our story has everything to do with someone having a baby.  The mystery is the someone.<br />     You may ask why I am knitting baby booties if I don&#039;t know anyone who&#039;s having a baby.  And its because I had a dream last night.  I had a dream that a little baby boy, no more than a toddler, came awkwardly across the yard to me.  He spoke very sweetly, and with perfect English said, "Very soon, I&#039;m coming to meet you."  Can you believe that?  Coming to meet me.  As though someone in my life is going to have a baby and I am going to meet him.  Then oddly, he added, "Please don&#039;t be afraid."  Although I can&#039;t imagine why I would be afraid of a little cherub like him.  He was so angelic and kind.<br />     And so . . . I just sit here and knit my booties and wait.  I hope he&#039;s going to like them.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2014 15:24:23 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Bootsie Carr</dc:creator>
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			<title>Bootsie Carr posted a Writing.</title>
			<link>http://www.writerq.com/mobile/library/673/kittens-kittens-two-poems/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[FIRST POEM:<br /><br />Kittens kittens everywhere<br /><br />Kittens chewing on my hair<br /><br />Kittens climbing up my jeans<br /><br />Kittens hanging from the screens<br /><br />There&#039;s a kitten on each shoulder<br /><br />Will they do this when they&#039;re older?<br /><br /><br />Kittens fighting on the chairs<br /><br />Kittens tumbling down the stairs<br /><br />There&#039;s a kitten on my head<br /><br />There&#039;s a kitten in the bread!<br /><br />There&#039;s a kitten in my shoe<br /><br />I don&#039;t believe we just have two!<br /><br /><br /><br />SECOND POEM:<br /><br />Two Cats<br />One up a tree<br />One under the tree<br />The cat up a tree is he<br />The cat under the tree is she<br />The tree is witch elm, just incidentally.<br />He takes no notice of she, she takes no notice of he.<br />He stares at the woolly clouds passing, she stares at the tree.<br />There&#039;s been a lot written about cats, by Old Possum, Yeats and Company<br />But not Alfred de Musset or Lord Tennyson or Poe or anybody<br />Wrote about one cat under, and one cat up, a tree.<br />God knows why this should be left for me<br />Except I like cats as cats be<br />Especially one cat up<br />And one cat under<br />A witch elm<br />Tree.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2014 03:04:25 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Bootsie Carr</dc:creator>
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			<title>Bootsie Carr updated her profile information.</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 19 Sep 2013 16:40:07 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Bootsie Carr</dc:creator>
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			<title>Bootsie Carr updated her profile photo.</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 19 Sep 2013 16:31:22 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Bootsie Carr</dc:creator>
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