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    <body><![CDATA[Most of this book was read aloud to me between July and August by Joshua.  Completely hallucinatory.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[James Tate’s poems are like tiny, surreal short stories.  Give this a try even if you don’t usually like poetry.]]></body>
    
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