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		<title>Self-Portrait as Sancho Panza</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubted everything
and I believed everything.
It was my theology or affliction.
My first memory
was a story my mother told
which never happened.
My second memory
was unphotographed and lost forever.
When I left a woman,
I left her twice
and I felt
just what I’d watched
others feel
while I sat open-mouthed before the screen.
Shannon Holman, New York, 2002
published in Raised in a Barn
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I doubted everything<br />
and I believed everything.</p>
<p>It was my theology or affliction.</p>
<p>My first memory<br />
was a story my mother told<br />
which never happened.</p>
<p>My second memory<br />
was unphotographed and lost forever.</p>
<p>When I left a woman,<br />
I left her twice</p>
<p>and I felt<br />
just what I’d watched<br />
others feel<br />
while I sat open-mouthed before the screen.</p>
<p>Shannon Holman, New York, 2002</p>
<p>published in <em>Raised in a Barn</em></p>
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