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			<title>no there's no knowin'</title>
			<description>no you'll never know who you can trust'til all the ones you can't are all down in hellfrom those, the ones you didthrow their heads back and laugh big hearty laughsand you'll never know who to trust'till all those you couldwear halos as crownsand from those, all you didn'tshake their heads and turn ..</description>
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			<title>wanderings</title>
			<description>leprechauns&amp;nbsp;beneath&amp;nbsp;the mushrooms in my gardenthey weave their bows of rain&amp;nbsp;among the flowersthere are birds and bees as butterflies ride the breezei watch as nature comes to life with grace and easeat night i listen to the&amp;nbsp;twilight&amp;nbsp;twinkleand praise the moon for lighting pa..</description>
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			<title>all hell's awaiting</title>
			<description>first chapter in a mash up of several hell related characters throughout comics</description>
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			<title>hellblazer #13 (on the beach)</title>
			<description>so these are words taken from the comic book its named after. credit to jamie delano for making it sound so lyrical in the first place</description>
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			<description>poem 1&amp;nbsp;to us moments that are preciousare all just beads on a string adorning a house of cardsthe windows will start to go darkendless fine worksbegin to sputter outold peoplesenial thingsmemoriessenilities offerings&amp;nbsp;poem 2&amp;nbsp;i write like a hobo on the walls of the city and structures i..</description>
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