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			<title>ABIDE AND ABODE (SUENOS)</title>
			<description>...Would spawn gamboling a fabulous house!,of stone and glass and Jakarta teak...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;at the hill of a roaming meadow set in turquoise andlavender Echinacea, silvestre susansand Girasoles,&amp;nbsp;on a Summer pond,a visage to the Promethean Autumn,of Bosc PearApple tree..</description>
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			<title>SKYDRIVER?</title>
			<description>...Again, the traffic obesesurfeit to say, as I cloy'd my way... slowedby the creeps, &amp;amp; crawlersof the serein morning...phones-in-hand or set to-headout powered opening windowssearching for the jam, &amp;amp; blame for delayn', Oh, imprecating blare of WJAM, hip-pop &amp;amp; copter ..</description>
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			<title>THE FACE MELTERS</title>
			<description>They arrived in a Light Yearfrom Innocuon - they said,The Face Melters,rendering Human's faces faceless,The Masters of Sparespace Identity&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, We moved aboutOur devices, devising,about custom-izingthe disappearance,from the incorrugate, indesiccate - for&amp;quot;TFM's..</description>
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			<title>STUYVESANTOWNE</title>
			<description>Across the River, West 'tis that at the cliffs &amp;amp; clefts of Victoria aboveblackish waters slick as Legislation, of Verrazzano&amp;amp; not-so-merried ferries, the promontory sits ofvisage, resplendented of red deer &amp;amp; red bear &amp;amp;white Eagles' scat from Lady Liberty!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;W..</description>
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			<title>THE PEN!</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Are you Quill?,&amp;quot; She asked abeam.&amp;quot;Yes, of course! - mostly - when the Muselle` visits oft'n'r upon, as my wont!&amp;quot;Well, here!, this will surely help at the Magic...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And IT, Voila!, was in hand, a thrust-unmistakable!Blunt, bulbous &amp;amp; sleek, a slick Reci..</description>
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