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			<title>The Garden and its Jay</title>
			<description>A worn out home of bricksWhere marriages once layTime never fellFor the Garden and its JayA shattered vase - Roses were once of displayNow they&amp;rsquo;re placed upon grave stonesWhere together, they decayAgain the Jay flies home-A feather dropping on its way -For an unfamiliar..</description>
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			<title>Television static</title>
			<description>Television static, shame you&amp;rsquo;re built for the picturesyou won&amp;rsquo;t displayTelevision static, say, if I give up the remote,will you go away?Television static, play please please pleaseif I have to I&amp;rsquo;ll prayTelevision static&amp;rsquo;s game a wired mad messshoul..</description>
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			<title>&amp;lsquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t go in grasshopper&amp;rsquo;s houses&amp;rsquo;</title>
			<description>Exact words of a four year old I once babysat. Credit to him.</description>
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			<title>Dearest Pillow of Salt</title>
			<description>Pillow of salt, there&amp;rsquo;s something you must know For I trust to tell who can muffle so wellI am at fault for these nightly rainshowsSoaking you in hope of pretty pastelsThere&amp;rsquo;s a girl, you see, who loves through her wordWhen her letters arrive, rare as they doMy patience has..</description>
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			<title>Of Magic</title>
			<description>Decadence,        a tattered dinner tableMarvelous,       an awaited letterDelightment,       word of your arrivalCome in, for I have fruit to shareWe can tune the harp,and go from thereYou and I are snowbirds,sat at the melting lakeYou and I are shadows,ever faithful..</description>
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