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			<title>Bug's Life</title>
			<description>We birds are benevolent. We don&amp;rsquo;t want you to fear us or oppose us. If you run, we will run faster. If you fight, we will engage. Although we leave wounded and near death, we have no hatred toward you</description>
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			<title>The Neck and The Valley</title>
			<description>Soft lips simmering, quivering
Tongue trails leave me shivering</description>
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			<title>Thoughts on my mother.</title>
			<description>There was a time when I heard
Fat jokes, insults, verbal warfare
Mom just sat stiffly faking a grin,
never defending herself.</description>
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			<title>Stolen Kiss</title>
			<description>The beckoning of forbidden fruit
Is tempting, enticing
A hunger of unfulfilled desire
Succulence like a ripe peach, uneaten</description>
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			<title>Love Notes on a Plane</title>
			<description>Baby. Ain&amp;rsquo;t you sick of love notes?
Stuck to the counter with coffee stains,
Slid with your sandwich,
Impaled on the nail on the door.</description>
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			<title>Ginger Girl  </title>
			<description>Peeking over the clothesline
With pigtails and sweet peas
Picked and pocketed
In her pinafore.</description>
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			<title>The Storm</title>
			<description>My body undulates
Under your grinding hips
Like waves slapping the shore
And the boats bob back and forth
Sliding in the slips.</description>
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