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			<title>My own gentle giant.</title>
			<description>Hands that haveworked,With dirt and withstone,Toiled and strained,Down to the bone,&amp;nbsp;Sturdy and strongBuilt to moveboulders,The weight of theworldBorn on his shoulders,&amp;nbsp;A certain behaviour,Of manners and pace,..</description>
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			<title>My best friend won't speak to me.</title>
			<description>My best friend won&amp;rsquo;tspeak to me,Won&amp;rsquo;t say a singleword,When I speak she tiltsher head,Then pretend thatshe&amp;rsquo;s not heard,&amp;nbsp;I took her out forlunch, In hope, to lift hermood,But she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t evenlook at ..</description>
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			<title>The Fireplace.</title>
			<description>I stare down at thefireplace,Where once our loveset light,Now there are onlyembers,That glimmer in thenight,I long for you to holdme,To be yours once more,But now our love isburnt out,Will never be likebefore,I stare down at..</description>
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			<title>Snapshot</title>
			<description>The memories stirred up by a simple photograph.</description>
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