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	<title>Comments on: Found Magazine</title>
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	<description>wisdom and tripe from a lifetime runner</description>
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		<title>By: songs of experience &#187; Lost and Found</title>
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		<dc:creator>songs of experience &#187; Lost and Found</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] A few months ago I blogged about Found Magazine. I am still fascinated with “found literature” and “found art” we can discover right under our noses in our everyday lives. In college, I had a professor of Romantic Poetry, not coincidentally, named Dr. Reed (believe me, we did some close reading of texts in his class) who encouraged us to look closely for poems all around us that the universe presented. One example I will never forget is a little yellow sign out in front of the post office - as you cross Franklin Street - that reads, “Walk with light.” How’s that for a found poem?! [...]</description>
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