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			<title>The Marvins</title>
			<description>A story that writerscafe.org lost a few years ago when they lost everyon's stuff. NOW, I keep back ups. This one I had to rewrite from memory. Apologies for the format</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/782930/</link>
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			<title> just like a man.</title>
			<description>lyrics</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/306326/</link>
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			<title>Milo's Sweater</title>
			<description>This is dedicated to myself goddamnit !!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/304396/</link>
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			<title>Sharpe's Brown Parade</title>
			<description>Sharpe's Brown Parade</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/295826/</link>
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			<title>Lit-Nauseum</title>
			<description>30 second write</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/277195/</link>
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			<title>The Melodic Sound of F@@king Thyself</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; John Denton used to say&amp;nbsp;Eddie Roy Elbert's voice&amp;quot;sounded like gold&amp;quot; that his vocal chords were &amp;quot;warm platinum threads&amp;quot; that he sounded like a, &amp;quot;really well informed Bing Crosby.&amp;quot; John Denton was&amp;nbsp;employed&amp;nbsp;by WTQR (channel 3) as the sole producer for..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/271579/</link>
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			<title>Between the Numbers</title>
			<description>Between the Numbers~~by: j.benjamin rose Terry lies naked on his back, breathing&amp;nbsp;heavily and holding the spent condom in his shaking right hand, &amp;quot;I need to get cigarettes.&amp;quot; Sophie rolls toward him so her face is inches from his, &amp;quot;I need a shower&amp;quot; and she bounces over him..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/271578/</link>
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			<title>Tract Housing National Forest III</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Walt sits, pushing his index finger into his chin, trying to create a dimple but succeeding only in irritating the skin. He pulls his damp, blue towel over his shoulders and crosses his thirteen year old bare feet. Swim class ended an hour ago so he counts the pine needles gatheri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/271219/</link>
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			<title>Tract Housing National Forest II</title>
			<description>Insomnia inspired scrib.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/271000/</link>
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			<title>open letter</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hatred bends my eye&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;this terrible perspectiveaffording me no joyloathing removes me from my momentssubtracts me from my own life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She says, &amp;quot;Well that's cheery.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Why are you reading that?&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Because you always pro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/268782/</link>
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			<title>S.I.C.K. four</title>
			<description>a draft</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/268779/</link>
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			<title>S.I.CK. 3</title>
			<description>A draft or the beginning of one</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/267607/</link>
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			<title>No title</title>
			<description>A first draft of something new.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/267188/</link>
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			<title>S.I.C.K. TOO</title>
			<description>Part two or three or four hundred</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/267122/</link>
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			<title>S.I.C.K.</title>
			<description>Hopeless, an Israeli boy begins his descent.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joshua-Rose/266287/</link>
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			<title>Tract Housing National Forest I</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;(Pearlie knocks once and enters the back door into the kitchen)&amp;quot;Y'know, ifya move those honey buns from the back to the sides of yer head you'd have a sah-weet Princess Leia thing goin' on.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Eff you.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;EFF you? Is...that...Miami sound machine I hear?&amp;quot;..</description>
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