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		<description>The original writings of author john burroughs.</description>
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			<title>meow doth maketh the sound of thine feline.</title>
			<description>God,i heard,tortures the ones He loves.suppose like presidentstorturing theirfavorite dark skinned andbearded men,very hairy,with funny namesand funny accentswith a funny god that sounded like baby's talk.come,my old love,i'm not mad,let us nap on the boarder of the &quot;no..</description>
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			<title>of course i'm going to snap, it's goddamn frank sinatra.</title>
			<description>a few unrelated lines i had written down over the past two weeks that i threw together.</description>
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			<title>glass.</title>
			<description>a poem i wrote in five parts over something like ten months.
a poem i wrote that is mostly all true.
a poem i wrote that shamefully steals from writers such as Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Bukowski. </description>
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