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		<description>The original writings of author Visions of Chudear Oyual</description>
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			<title>Bad Behind Bleachers</title>
			<description>This is fiction but felt so real</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/3119464/</link>
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			<title>Disko Cafe</title>
			<description>The scent of dried mapleStain the pages of this notebookA warm sigh of air&amp;nbsp;Escapes me&amp;nbsp;I melt into the bench&amp;nbsp;My body limp in the&amp;nbsp;Coffee shopHunched overFingers cramp&amp;nbsp;Gripping this bookKeeping it from&amp;nbsp;Wandering eyes&amp;nbsp;Sweet magnolia of&amp;nbsp;Violin concerto&amp;nbsp;Tunes i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/3054048/</link>
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			<title>It's Over </title>
			<description>Breaking up because Romance has left us</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/2980497/</link>
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			<title>Catch of the Day</title>
			<description>I stood at Guelph Lake and witnessed the funniest thing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/2964088/</link>
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			<title>Old Chu New Chu, The Chu you thought you Knew</title>
			<description>My short name or nick name for Chudear is Chu for reference</description>
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			<title>Escape the Rat Race</title>
			<description>I woke upOne dayAnd wanted&amp;nbsp;To escapeLeave this&amp;nbsp;Cycle of life&amp;nbsp;They call&amp;nbsp;The rat raceI knew itWouldn&amp;rsquo;t be quickSo I putA plan&amp;nbsp;In actionLearn the game&amp;nbsp;Gain a skill&amp;nbsp;Implement&amp;nbsp;With tactics&amp;nbsp;Took some timeTo set&amp;nbsp;In stoneBuild a foundationLaid the conc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/2963978/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye Letter</title>
			<description>This is aGoodbye letterTo my old selfI leftBehind&amp;nbsp;You notcoming with meIf I want to&amp;nbsp;See me shine&amp;nbsp;The old painAnd disbeliefThat kept me&amp;nbsp;from the grindWill no longer&amp;nbsp;keep me back&amp;nbsp;since i set it all asideI set it&amp;nbsp;to the sideFlip, switch,&amp;nbsp;And I change up&amp;nbsp;my l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/2963977/</link>
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			<title>Undesires</title>
			<description>you wanted me&amp;nbsp;when I wasn't into youat the moment&amp;nbsp;not what i wanted&amp;nbsp;but you did it&amp;nbsp;without considerationof my desiresor undesires</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/2963946/</link>
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			<title>Call Me</title>
			<description>The moment&amp;nbsp;We metIs stuck in my headYour friend said you asked for my numberSo I know you&amp;rsquo;re thinking about meSince your friend won&amp;rsquo;t give it to youYou don&amp;rsquo;t knowWhat to doSo the decision is up to me&amp;nbsp;To make a moveOr come back&amp;nbsp;After all there is no wayYou can ever ge..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/2963806/</link>
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			<title>Lets Play at the Resort</title>
			<description>Play with me&amp;nbsp;Let&amp;rsquo;s play again&amp;nbsp;Let&amp;rsquo;s play until&amp;nbsp;We meet our endsLet&amp;rsquo;s fly in the airLet&amp;rsquo;s try new foodsLet&amp;rsquo;s play on the beachMaybe even catch a snoozeLet&amp;rsquo;s drink some boozeGet tipsy and drunk&amp;nbsp;Don&amp;rsquo;t look at me like thatOr we might just&amp;hel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/2963802/</link>
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			<title>Gangster Boys</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Get out the car!&amp;rdquo;

&amp;ldquo;Get out the car &amp;lsquo;for I snatch you out this muthafucka!&amp;rdquo;

Gangster Boys- Written by Chudear Oyual

Holding a gun through their sweater pocket intimidates the driver </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/2963800/</link>
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			<title>Human Race</title>
			<description>A walk&amp;nbsp;Turns into a run&amp;nbsp;A run&amp;nbsp;Turns into a raceA race turns us&amp;nbsp;Against each eachAgainst each other&amp;nbsp;We keep pace.&amp;nbsp;The finish lineWe race towardsSeems to have&amp;nbsp;No endBut when the&amp;nbsp;First and the last&amp;nbsp;Past that lineThey all become&amp;nbsp;The pastIn the end.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/2963799/</link>
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			<title>Glass Ceilings</title>
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			<title>By the Old Shore</title>
			<description>Toes in the sand&amp;nbsp;A plane about to&amp;nbsp;LandAnd jet skiis&amp;nbsp;Race down the&amp;nbsp;LakeThe sun already&amp;nbsp;SetThe birds fly to their&amp;nbsp;NestThe blues&amp;nbsp;Start to darken&amp;nbsp;AwayThe waves&amp;nbsp;And the rocksCollide in small&amp;nbsp;AmountsAnd soonIt will dry&amp;nbsp;By the&amp;nbsp;BayThe water is cold..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chudearoyual/2963692/</link>
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			<title>July 16</title>
			<description>empty pages become filledempty days become fullwhen you choose to put&amp;nbsp;the pen on the pagewhen you choose to putyour mind on the daymoments are fleetingdon't let yourself become&amp;nbsp;seventy years old and&amp;nbsp;wonder where the years wentwhen you were youngwhat if i did thator this or thattime is..</description>
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