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			<name>Michael McGrath</name>
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[Landing In The City Of Angels]]></title>
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		<updated>2025-09-07T00:09:30Z</updated>
		<published>2025-09-05T18:29:13Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[with files and editing by Xavier Kataquapit Out of another world I came exploding to the surface, in my bedroom, to the sound of my name being called out in the dark. I jumped up startled at the desperate tone coming from my friend Sapiyeh at the other end of the room. I strained my [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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			<name>Michael McGrath</name>
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[My Footsteps Attawapiskat]]></title>
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		<id>https://writingintune.com/?p=142</id>
		<updated>2025-07-26T00:25:18Z</updated>
		<published>2025-07-26T00:21:04Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[A song dedicated to Attawapiskat First Nation and Ron Kataquapit&#8217;s family. Lyrics and music by Michael McGrath and Ron Kataquapit. Originally recorded by the music group, Under The Northern Sky, consisting of Michael McGrath, Ron Kataquapit and John Elliott. Vocals and guitars by Michael McGrath and Ron Kataquapit. Keyboard by John Elliott. Recorded at Studio [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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			<name>Michael McGrath</name>
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[When The Swallows Return]]></title>
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		<id>http://writingintune.com/?p=111</id>
		<updated>2014-01-07T23:56:54Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-31T19:31:43Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[By Michael McGrath The blackbirds are back. I saw them first thing this morning in the back yard pecking away at lord knows what. The Ravens never leave. They are always there in the background. I admire them for their stealth and cunning. They are true survivors and can be seen in the treetops about [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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			<name>Michael McGrath</name>
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[Everybody Wants To Fly]]></title>
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		<id>http://writingintune.com/?p=108</id>
		<updated>2010-03-27T20:00:22Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-27T19:59:16Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[by Michael McGrath Pulling myself through the blue Puffy clouds remind me of you Looking down on the lake like a mirror Greens and browns smell of pine in the air Everybody wants to fly And reach up to the sky Do they think that god’s on high Cause everybody wants to fly Like the [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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		<author>
			<name>Michael McGrath</name>
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[Bring War To An End]]></title>
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		<id>http://writingintune.com/?p=106</id>
		<updated>2010-03-27T19:51:53Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-27T19:51:53Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[By Michael McGrath When the boys they came back Some were damaged and hurt Most settled down but the nightmares stayed on Many took to the drink To forget and survive, But the horrors of war stayed with them at night They’d gather and talk about this about that They would sit and recall at [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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		<author>
			<name>Michael McGrath</name>
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[I Grew Up On The Wrong Side Of The Tracks]]></title>
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		<id>http://writingintune.com/?p=103</id>
		<updated>2014-01-07T23:49:01Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-25T14:42:58Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks in Iroquois Falls during the 1950s. Actually, it has been a running gag over the years between me and my friends that in fact we were fortunate to have been raised in Ansonville and Montrock. Iroquois falls proper back then was supposedly the right side [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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		<author>
			<name>Michael McGrath</name>
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[Granny Dunn&#8217;s Swing]]></title>
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		<id>http://writingintune.com/?p=89</id>
		<updated>2010-01-08T06:09:45Z</updated>
		<published>2010-01-05T17:54:37Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[By Michael McGrath &#8211; January 2010 In the mid 1950s, when I was just a bit of a lad, I passed many a day on the family swing. Few households in Iroquois Falls back then had the luxury of a full fledged swing. Sure, there were all sorts of basic examples of the swing hanging [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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			<name>Michael McGrath</name>
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[The Voice In The Hall]]></title>
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		<updated>2009-03-17T13:20:53Z</updated>
		<published>2009-03-17T13:20:57Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[by Mike McGrath (C) 1985 &#160;&#160;&#160; A voice in the hall said it was three in the morning and he marveled to himself&#160; at his wide awake state. It probably had something to do with the music blaring top 40 hits next door and of course the company he didn’t keep in the hall. &#160;&#160;&#160; [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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			<name>Michael McGrath</name>
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[Train Of Thought]]></title>
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		<updated>2009-01-28T15:26:34Z</updated>
		<published>2009-01-28T15:26:49Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[When we stopped with a clunk he got on in New Liskeard,He was tall, a bit plump and walked awkwardly up the aisle.It could be he was a farm boy with his blond hair and freckled face.His look was a bit out of sync as though someone else had dressed him.He hid his eyes under [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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		<author>
			<name>Michael McGrath</name>
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[The Silver Grill On Ambridge Drive]]></title>
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		<updated>2008-09-12T15:19:05Z</updated>
		<published>2008-06-15T12:51:02Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[By Michael McGrath – 1983 The Silver Grill on Ambridge Drive was run by Hin and Moma Sue,Every night the boys in town would gather out front to booze,The squeal of tires, the burning strips and haze inside their cars,Energy ran down that drive like lines from lit fire flies. Well Hin and Mama had [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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