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		<title>I Hope One Day You Will Learn How to Use the Oyster Knife</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 11:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy Ho Lai-Ming</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/Canterbury-2009-150x150.jpg" alt="I Hope One Day You Will Learn How to Use the Oyster Knife" title="I Hope One Day You Will Learn How to Use the Oyster Knife" style="float:left;" />I make a list of things I don’t know: 1) The precise hue of your beard when you’re pouring me wine. 2) The name of the kind of bread you bake. 3) The probably obscene&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1460/i-hope-one-day-you-will-learn-how-to-use-the-oyster-knife/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Retroactively Potent</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 12:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy Ho Lai-Ming</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/hanna-grasshopper-e1358163580593-150x150.jpg" alt="Retroactively Potent" title="Retroactively Potent" style="float:left;" />Wanting to use ‘I am your boomerang’ in a poem, I Googled to make sure no one else had used the metaphor. But of course someone else had thought of it before. He also wrote&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1284/retroactively-potent/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Pray to Lord I Hope at Least One of My Ears Doesn&#8217;t Pop</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2012 12:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy Ho Lai-Ming</dc:creator>
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		<title>Saturday</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2012 11:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy Ho Lai-Ming</dc:creator>
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