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			<title>Morning Ritual</title>
			<description>The morning routine can make one ravenous </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepoeticvoice/2893162/</link>
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			<title>Confused</title>
			<description>I sit now writing this poem,&amp;nbsp;nothing special, you know, the norm.&amp;nbsp;As my hands begin to type the words&amp;nbsp;I am losing memory of what I heard.&amp;nbsp;What was I writing?&amp;nbsp;What was the subject of my muse?&amp;nbsp;Oh goodness, I am so confused!&amp;copy; &amp;nbsp;2012 The Refined Poet. &amp;nbsp;All rig..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepoeticvoice/1483682/</link>
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			<title>The Making of a Madman</title>
			<description>I once met a man who was certainly insane.&amp;nbsp;Intrigued, I searched for an explanation,&amp;nbsp;Pondering the genesis of this troubled soul.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I thought about his parents as being the cause;&amp;nbsp;He never mentioned them by name,&amp;nbsp;Solely referring to them as &quot;those people.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepoeticvoice/1483672/</link>
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			<title>The Void</title>
			<description>When she left, then came the voidFeelings unrequited became my painHow could this happen to meI thought love was full, free, and finalHer departure shattered my hopes for happinessI stopped livingI ceased from lovingMy will to go on evaporatedLoneliness dried up the streams of joyHow did I survive?I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepoeticvoice/1310181/</link>
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			<title>The Great Pumpkin</title>
			<description>Charlie made us all recognize your greatness.&amp;nbsp;Without you, October would be tasteless.&amp;nbsp;Your seeds provide a great tasty treat.&amp;nbsp;Transforming you into fine cuisine is a feat.&amp;nbsp;Carving you produces a delightful fright,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ride through your groves for a romantic night.&amp;nbsp;Pu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepoeticvoice/1310167/</link>
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			<title>HAPPY (Acrostic)</title>
			<description>Hoping my life takes a turn for the better&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Appreciating the past rains and stormy weather&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Positioning myself for future sunshine days&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Picturing myself rejoicing in my transformed ways&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepoeticvoice/1310166/</link>
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			<title>Bliss</title>
			<description>The anticipation is in the airCasual glances evolve into a playful stareAs they move closer, hearts begin to raceBoth being careful as they make the initial embraceHands united, eyes closed in sensual delightTheir souls now prepared for the ensuing blissLips come together to experience their first k..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepoeticvoice/1310162/</link>
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			<title>Our Love</title>
			<description>Such has been our loveFlourishing, blossomingTurning now pale, fragileAs dandelion seeds carried by breezesSo emotions fade, pleasant memories go dimInto the winds of time, our story now flows.&amp;copy; 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepoeticvoice/1310161/</link>
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			<title>Purple Passion</title>
			<description>The sight, the touch, the feel of purple;Color most royal, color most foul.It adorns garments well.Wounds swell with it.&amp;copy; 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepoeticvoice/1310157/</link>
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			<title>Glorious Nightingales</title>
			<description>Why are your songs alluring?&amp;nbsp;Your deeds captivate the hearts of menBeautiful to look upon, short in statureGlorious nightingales your worth is matchless&amp;copy; 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thepoeticvoice/1310155/</link>
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