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			<title>Voices</title>
			<description>A collation of thoughts.</description>
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			<title>Rain (Haiku)</title>
			<description>That blessed moment when you are about to get caught up in a rainstorm.*</description>
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			<title>Hear Me Out</title>
			<description>From the heart.</description>
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			<title>On A Cold Night</title>
			<description>I lay,My mind strayed.I looked up,On stars, eyes locked.I thought of fame,To keep me contained.I counted the stars,And rolled on the damp grass.I breathe in the cold air,My teeth chattered with great flair.</description>
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			<title>The First Time I Laid Mine Eyes On Thee</title>
			<description>The first time I laid mine eyes on theeI was dazed like someone watching Bruce LeeIn a movie jumping from a hilltop to a treeThat I forgot that I was bringing teaTo grandma to help her ease through the mistyMorning whose fog had everywhere steaming - From a child's breath to an adult's y..</description>
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			<title>Incommunicado</title>
			<description>...the frustration of being out of touch.</description>
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			<title>The Adventurers</title>
			<description>O'er hills and mountains we go,On plains and ruggeds our path lies,To see animals in their world as they flow,To see the part played by mice on rice.How beautiful it will be to know,That in this seemingly chaotic world where all we want to do is rise,Even when we are low 'cos we have n..</description>
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