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	<title>Comments on: April: More Than Just the Cruellest Month</title>
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		<title>By: Don</title>
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		<dc:creator>Don</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hurray for Richard Hugo.  I was a sophomore in college when he came to my campus to read/recite.  I had little knowledge of poetry and can&#039;t remember what prompted me to attend.  It was electrifying.  He recited most of his work from memory and, as a kid from Wyoming who had never encountered poetry about crummy little towns on the high plains like the ones I knew, I was hooked.  Start with The Lady in Kicking Horse Reservoir and go from there.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hurray for Richard Hugo.  I was a sophomore in college when he came to my campus to read/recite.  I had little knowledge of poetry and can&#8217;t remember what prompted me to attend.  It was electrifying.  He recited most of his work from memory and, as a kid from Wyoming who had never encountered poetry about crummy little towns on the high plains like the ones I knew, I was hooked.  Start with The Lady in Kicking Horse Reservoir and go from there.</p>
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