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			<title>For a Child</title>
			<description>For a Child for you,although theremay befew tomorrows ..I swear,I shall try to liveevery single one of them onyour behalf .. and tho&amp;rsquo; I refuse to mentionyou here in name,today I dosolemnly swear it shall be rememberedand r..</description>
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			<title>The Impact of Sudden Unexpected Realisation</title>
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it is what it is .. </description>
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			<title>The Principle of Sameness</title>
			<description>this little scribble is taken from my next anthology ' A Nuance for Old Times Sake' date of publication to be announced .. thanks for taking a peek .. monies raised to brain cancer research .. &amp;#129293;</description>
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			<title>For Reference Purposes Only</title>
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it is what it is .. its also from my latest anthology Falling With Icarus &amp; Other Words in Progress available via Amazon </description>
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			<title>In The Long Shadow of Fast Clocks   </title>
			<description>In The Long Shadow of Fast Clocks&amp;nbsp;is a fast clockmore alive than one&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; thatruns slow ..or does it just seemthat way, while&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; weare busy passing ..still, when weare young, we all jokeabout that&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sorepoint of beauty ..</description>
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			<title>A Series of Wonderings</title>
			<description>A Series ofWonderings&amp;nbsp;I wonder if you everthought yourwhispered lies hurtany less than&amp;nbsp; those you shouted ..and I wonderwhen you squeezedme like thatyou were thinkingof someone&amp;nbsp; else entirely maybe ..in fact, I haveoften wonder..</description>
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			<title>Mrudula</title>
			<description>Mrudula &amp;nbsp;Oh' Mrudula where are you gone .. I so hope you can find your way back here .. I need you as much as my chest needs to riseand to fall ..&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>My Grandfathers Hydrangeas</title>
			<description>Because it feels like spring .. or  prolet as we used to say in Bulgaria &amp;#129293;</description>
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			<title>The Making of An Appetite</title>
			<description>The Making of An Appetite&amp;nbsp;Watching us both in the tall mirrormaking out like that&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mademe feel I was taking you twice ..And I swear if youhad been a lychee or fig I would haveeaten you wholeright there and then with the sunraysbrazenly bouncing..</description>
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			<title>More Than Just A Contented Man   </title>
			<description>More Than Just AContented Man&amp;nbsp;Dear lord,I want you in the sauna,slipperysalty and wet with yourhair matted&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and several shades darker ..Clinging to yourshoulders and your backlike sun shy ivy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; crawling over church walls ..D..</description>
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			<title>Aftertastes</title>
			<description>AftertastesI remembered just now,how good you then feltinside and out ..While youwere squeezed up like thatbetween an old brokenrefrigerator and me, in what was onceour bijou but more than justadequateeast European kitchenet..</description>
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			<title>Defining Still</title>
			<description>Defining Stillas patient and stillas the darkshadows each castbeneath the arc, span and the reach of outspread sun bitterns wings .. so perfectly poised for the killand far more patient, than anywould be rooftop assassins ..perched up h..</description>
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			<title>If</title>
			<description>If &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; one word, two letters, infinite possibilities ..&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>What is The Point of Such Beauty   </title>
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I'll leave this one up to you .. &amp;#129293;</description>
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			<title>Distraction and Other Games Politicians Play   </title>
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the truth as I see it .. and no kidding .. &amp;#129293;</description>
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			<title>For All Those Who Have Not Yet Known Hunger</title>
			<description>For All Those Who Have Not Yet Known Hunger&amp;nbsp;For all those who have not&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; yetknown hunger&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; thenlet me tell you all this ..I for one, havealways known hunger sincefirst being tornfrom the comfort of my own&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;mother&amp;rsquo;s wo..</description>
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			<title>And There&amp;rsquo;s The Rub   </title>
			<description>And There&amp;rsquo;s The Rub&amp;nbsp;it would appearthat by some&amp;nbsp; kindof accident ..I somehowdiscovered thingsabout youthat still frightenme and fallfar beyond poetryand allthat I love or hold&amp;nbsp; sodear ..now though, I hearyou wear..</description>
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			<title>Amid The Echo of Doves</title>
			<description>I was in two minds whether I should leave it up to you to make your own mind up .. now decided its probably best .. &amp;#129293;
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			<title>Man Down on Main Street</title>
			<description>Man Down on Main Street &amp;nbsp;hey, I noticed you watchingall the old menpicking over their breakfastsand fightingto wipe the fat from the panacross the back of&amp;nbsp; apalm and onto their crusts ..dear lord, I thinkI&amp;rsquo;ve just fallen in love withthe i..</description>
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			<title>Killing Time</title>
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it is what it is &amp; doesn't try to be anything else .. </description>
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			<title>Somewhere Near the Far Side of Insight</title>
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why not just suck it and see .. </description>
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			<title>Lest We Should Ever Forget</title>
			<description>if these words need an explanation, then something has gone wrong and big time .. &amp;#129344;</description>
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			<title>Number Four Lipow Strasse   </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Number Four Lipow Strasse&amp;nbsp;Hey, please take a look at allthe graffiticovered ghetto walls over here where itseems that both Schindler&amp;rsquo;s broken heart and his conscience still have&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;value and purpose ..Oh&amp;rsquo; and please ..</description>
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			<title>With Only Nine Trees Left</title>
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I seriously hope this one speaks not only for itself but also for the world in general ..&amp;#129293;</description>
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			<title>Why Nothing Falls Together</title>
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just another take on reality .. &amp;#129293;</description>
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			<title>With No Hint of An End</title>
			<description>whilst this may not be entirely true, it is nevertheless, based wholly on factual events that once occurred very near to my own patch of the ocean .. &amp;#129293;</description>
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			<title>Just a Few of My Favourite Juxtapositions   </title>
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if it aint obvious, then you haven't lived and need to get out more .. maybe </description>
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			<title>Sometimes She Just Cries   </title>
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contradictions, contraindications &amp; catastrophes in the making .. maybe   </description>
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			<title>Breakfast in Krakow</title>
			<description>By Bodhidharma's beard tis the truth .. </description>
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			<title>Fear of Word Blindness</title>
			<description>Fear ofWord Blindness&amp;nbsp;Banksof blank ivorinestackedhigh butthinlylike old oriental&amp;nbsp; lacquered tsuba ..Eachscream both loudandhigh enoughtoshatter those fragilehandblownchampagneflutes you&amp;nbsp; long treasured ..Whereas,some..</description>
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			<title>Fear of Falling</title>
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now that another summer's gone </description>
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			<title>When to Listen Lightly</title>
			<description>When toListen Lightly Hey, listen I want to makelove with youthen write us some poetry ..Which I needso badly to resonate bothgentle and softly,just like the hum of some red hummingbirdor the buzz of a honey bee ..And then I want itto crack like a wh..</description>
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			<title>Fake Nudes</title>
			<description>Fake Nudes&amp;nbsp;Iwant to be ten stone twelve poundsagainnaked&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;with my old oud and my bandages on ..&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>All Items Numbered 204   </title>
			<description>All Items Numbered 204&amp;nbsp;It is such a shamethat werarely rememberso many&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of the little things ..Which iswhy I am makingthis list,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for all of you now ..Just takethese for example,the smells,textures and tasteo..</description>
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			<title>Porlock</title>
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Not too far from me regardless of whether by road or as the crow flies .. </description>
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			<title>Marching on Bone Spurs</title>
			<description>Marching onBone Spurs &amp;nbsp;okay maybe,if he had just been forcedto marchon his bone spurs for one&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; or twoyears ..the world today would be,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; abetter place ..where honour, justice, truthand moralitymight still command respect..</description>
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			<title>Pretty Skies a Haiku in Flight Mode</title>
			<description>PrettySkies a Haiku in Flight Mode&amp;nbsp;rainbowarcs criss cross&amp;nbsp;watercolour puddle skies,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; migrating bird skeins ..&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>There is A Crease in Everything</title>
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not much at all really .. </description>
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			<title>Fungi Have Feelings Too You Know</title>
			<description>Fungi Have Feelings Too You Know&amp;nbsp;Variously, like crabeye stalks,they began to fumbleand probe blindlythrough their ownblanket&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of leaf litter and old composted mulch ..Each one gagging andgaspingfor some kind ofnourishment throughfragile, flut..</description>
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			<title>Falling for Icarus #2</title>
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this is not meant to be funny but feel free to chuckle if you must .. </description>
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			<title>The Sweet Track</title>
			<description>a little bit of my very local heritage &amp; associated history .. no embellishment whatsoever </description>
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			<title>Remarking on A Flight of Fancy</title>
			<description>it is what it is .. </description>
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			<title>Filling Gaps</title>
			<description>Filling Gaps Isn&amp;rsquo;t itamazing justhow littlespacewe eachtake up here ..&amp;nbsp;Yet whengone,the whole whichisalways leftbehind ..&amp;nbsp;Feels impossibletoswiftly oradequately fillexcept withsorrow and tears .. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Yamatorige - feathers of a copper pheasant</title>
			<description>Yamatorige - feathers of a copper pheasant Somewhere high abovethe most precariously placedof snow-capped peaks,bathed in those long goldenshadows of Fuji ..She first came into our viewas if in slow motionand began to carve a seriesof near perfect circles,..</description>
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			<title>Portrait of An Old Jug and Bowl   </title>
			<description>nothing more than a near approximation .. </description>
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			<title>Madagascan Girls</title>
			<description>Madagascan GirlsNo, theyare not crazy, they&amp;rsquo;rejust the localMadagascanparty,beach and marketgirls whocoincidentally alldance likethat ..Take notehow they alsopaint theirprettyfaces both whiteand yellowwith mattbuttercups ..</description>
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			<title>Well Inclined</title>
			<description>Well Inclined&amp;nbsp;At veryfirst glancesheappeared&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to be a blank canvas ..But thatwas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; now a long time ago ..Today sheis coveredin flowers,handfulsofmythicalbirds, exoticwildanimals,a few morethan justdubi..</description>
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			<title>At the Very End of It All</title>
			<description>just words .. </description>
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			<title>&amp;lsquo;Looking Back on Burned Bridges&amp;rsquo;</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Looking Back on Burned Bridges is the thirteenth anthology of poetry, prose, philosophical ideas and personal ponderings written to date by Cotton raised Nev Pettitt and get this, although he refuses to promise that it will be his last, he pretty much assures, if you are reading these words ri..</description>
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			<title>Some Kind of African Life</title>
			<description>Some Kind of African Life&amp;nbsp;After twenty nine pints of O rhesus positive&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and dying three times ..Not to mention eight hours straight he spent&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in their hands under theknife ..They worked on him solid and not one gaveup on him, until they..</description>
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