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			<title>Just A Skimmer</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Just a skimmer flitting around the home pond Just a skimmer ... dipping here and darting there weaving through the p***y willows breezing over the lily pads in its flighty zippidy doo dah manner in its busy busy cursory way flipping back and forth like life is a boring book whose pages can be..</description>
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			<title>Let Me Be Your Overflowing</title>
			<description>Let Me Be Your Overflowing&amp;nbsp; Come to me, my love Drink thou from my spring I will refresh you Come  Call upon my name Dialogue with me I will be your light Come  Fall on your knees before me You are parched, drink from my spring I will satisfy your thirst Come  Let me give to you relief You have..</description>
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			<title>We Are The Travelers</title>
			<description>WE ARE THE TRAVELERS&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;loaded into conveyances sometimes old and sometimes new  with all our possessions that we can carry through&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;stuffed in baggage and boxes wearing layer after layer of our clothing so we can carry more&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;we are ..</description>
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			<title>IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?</title>
			<description>Is there anybody out there?Anybody at all?I need to hear a voiceBut I don't want to talkWhat I want cannot be givenI want the right words to say to himThe words I do not haveThe words no one has.He called tonightfrom beside his child's bedsideHe said he's lost in the nightmareAnd doesn't know where ..</description>
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			<title>THERE IS A CHILD</title>
			<description>There is a child&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lying in the nighttethered to the earth&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; by tubes and wiresmachines tick and tock&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and neon numbers flickerair is pumped&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and oxygen deliverednurses hush in and out&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; h..</description>
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			<title>FEELING BLUE</title>
			<description>you say we should shake it offyou say get over ityou say its not good for usyou say it makes a bad situation worse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think we should enjoy the moodwhat's wrong with feeling bluegives us time to be melancholyand think sad soulful thoughts&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tomorrow we can dance in the rainbut t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kellybella721/1038140/</link>
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			<title>Moving</title>
			<description>MOVING cardboard boxestape and bubblewrappacking and unpackingmovinggoing on a journeyhalfway between here and thereexamining and reexaminingreflecting on who I amand where I am headed tois it forwardis it backwardam I living in the inbetweenor am I staying at the epicenterat the corewhere convictio..</description>
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			<title>Displaced</title>
			<description>I was displacedI never saw it comingThere were no storm clouds on the horizonNo red skies in the morning in warning.&amp;nbsp; I never saw it comingI was just suddenly displacedI found myself in MahanaimA long long way from home.&amp;nbsp; I do not belong here, I criedI was made for a different placeThis pl..</description>
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