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			<title>The Victory of a Wallflower</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve always been the WallflowerI laugh as it suits me just fineBut you need to tend your own backyardBefore you place one step into mine&amp;nbsp;You sweetly plant the seeds of doubtNurturing to make sure they growI will to thrive in spite of youI just wanted you to know&amp;nbsp;W..</description>
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			<title>Mending the Fence</title>
			<description>I knew it needed to be doneAlways looming in the distanceHarboring in the back of my mindI wasn't looking forward to the taskI had blinders onAnd told myself that it wasn't so badIt wasn't as wornAs I had fearedBut it became evident that I was wrongA stone-cold slap in the faceIt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/230813/</link>
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			<title>Letter to Daddy on His 60th Birthday</title>
			<description>I lost my Daddy to Colon Cancer in April of 2001.  This is long overdue.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/206033/</link>
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			<title>Shattered</title>
			<description>I gaze at my reflectionI see a 13 year old girlWith mousy brown hairBlue eyes flitting and waryOf what taunts will be nextDreaded freckles across myNose with a bumpCrowded teeth Self-consciousiously smilingShoulders slumpedTall but hoping toBlend into the wallAny shred of con..</description>
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			<title>A River of Unpleasant Words</title>
			<description>TodayIt took until this phone callTo finally realize How different we areThan we once were&amp;nbsp;We are no longer Care-free childrenFriendsWho just happened to beRelated&amp;nbsp;Now almost strangersI don&amp;rsquo;t know the most basicAnd simple things about youOr your lifeAn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/159819/</link>
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			<title>Shall I Compare Thee to Shakespeare's Summer's Day?</title>
			<description>Shall I compare thee to Shakespeare&amp;rsquo;s Summer&amp;rsquo;s Day?I think not.&amp;nbsp;Thou art more like that of a feline,Screeching after its tail has been trodden on.&amp;nbsp;Or possibly that of a freight train,Screaming to an emergency halt on the tracks.&amp;nbsp;Even likened to fingernail..</description>
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			<title>You Are Not My Universe</title>
			<description>The entire universeDoes not revolveAround you&amp;nbsp;Saturn&amp;rsquo;s ringsDo not balanceOn your every word&amp;nbsp;The sun does not eclipseJust because youAre feeling ill&amp;nbsp;Stars will not lose Their lightEven if you do&amp;nbsp;Black clouds would not formEven if your opini..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/153373/</link>
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			<title>The Brainwashing by Corporate America</title>
			<description>Drink the Kool-Aid Every last drop That's right&amp;hellip; There's my blank, happy smile No stress or worries Give up all free-thinking We can't have you Outside of the box We do have our standards To lead the industry We will get there At any cost No streamlining of proce..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/153112/</link>
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			<title>A Behind-the-Scenes Look at the Days of the Week</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;ve loved them, hated them and even learned to live by them&amp;hellip;but you&amp;rsquo;ve never seen them like this! &amp;nbsp;Exhausted from weekend partying,Monday is a tired sort of chap.He has much trouble focusing,Constantly wanting to take a nap.&amp;nbsp;Tuesday is a focused individu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/149891/</link>
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			<title>Killer B's</title>
			<description>I hear a distant buzzing, It's already begun. Escape seems futile, As there's nowhere to run. I see the swarm growing, They haven't found me yet. Turning my back to tune them out, Is seemingly my best bet. I've been taken in before, Prone to the critical judging. But now I'm ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/139919/</link>
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			<title>Doldrums</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I am the masthead The lady of the ship Proudly holding my head high I live to lead my crew The wind whipping my hair All hands on deck As we plunge forward Manuvering walls of waves That threaten to pull us Deep into the blue-black depths We perservered Together, we preva..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/138376/</link>
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			<title>Undeniable Passion</title>
			<description>Hands gripping Stretching muscles Forward and backward Side-to-side Awakening Seduced by music Keeping in tempo Focused Bodies labor Pushing and pulling Drenched in sweat Adrenaline pumping Gratifyingly aching Euphoria And Dance class is over</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/125595/</link>
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			<title>My Grams and Lilac</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Her favorite color&amp;nbsp;A closet full Necklaces and earrings Reflecting in her eyes She is magically drawn to it Her favorite flower A yard burstingBushes and blooms Patterns on towels and washrags She can never have too much Her favorite scent White Shoulders Swe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/123730/</link>
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			<title>A Message to the Other Woman</title>
			<description>How truly sad your life must be In deepest sympathy I weep For I now know the character Of the company that you keep Best wishes to the both of you Your life's going according to plan Incapable of getting one You've had to steal another's man I hope the bed is comfortable Chalk..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crystab/117091/</link>
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			<title>Chasing Lightning Bugs</title>
			<description>I remember those summer nights Damp from my just taken bathWearing my favorite yellow pajamasWet hair stringing and stickingTo the back of my neckWe'd go to the side yardHalf still lit by the sun, half by the moonAnd chase lightning bugs My bare feet mowed through the cool blades of ..</description>
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