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	<title>The Saturday Evening Post &#187; Herbert Merrill</title>
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		<title>November Jailbreak</title>
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		<dc:creator>Herbert Merrill</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>I stopped this morning to admire 
A row of icicles in sun
And watched prismatic colors run
About them like a restless fire ...</p><p><a href="http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2009/11/07/archives/classic-fiction/november-jailbreak.html">November Jailbreak</a>

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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I stopped this morning to admire<br />
A row of icicles in sun<br />
And watched prismatic colors run<br />
About them like a restless fire,<br />
Where bars of silver, cold and bright,<br />
Had caged a leaping flame of light.</p>
<p>But by this noon the spell was gone.<br />
Only the gutter&#8217;s iron lip<br />
And water&#8217;s rusty, measured drip<br />
Gossiped of that imprisoned dawn<br />
And hinted that tonight would make<br />
Another jail for day to break. </p>
<p><em>The Saturday Evening Post</em>, November 20, 1954
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