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			<title>The City Nights</title>
			<description>No sound of cricketsNor the smell of a fresh atmosphereNor view of stars above my headNo grass beneath my feetCars pushing through the summer airheat rising from the pavementlight reflecting off the dark shop windowsthe police sirens in the distancesitting on concretelooking at..</description>
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			<title>Pure White</title>
			<description>A poem of someone very dear to me.</description>
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			<title>Unsettled Departure</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;15c doctor you&amp;rsquo;re the last passenger, your seat is right in the front, in first class,&amp;rdquo; a stewardess points with an open hand toward first class. The doctor drags his briefcase through the passage way, the wheels try to halter. They attempt to retreat back to Georgia's hot paveme..</description>
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