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		<title>Lisa J &amp;quot;The Rose&amp;quot; | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Lisa J &amp;quot;The Rose&amp;quot;</description>
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			<title>Mother's Day</title>
			<description>A poem about Moms.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snowbear1967/261248/</link>
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			<title>Take A Breath!!</title>
			<description>Poem About Death!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snowbear1967/261243/</link>
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			<title>The Witnesses</title>
			<description>Intrigue and suspense.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snowbear1967/240593/</link>
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			<title>Sweet Potato</title>
			<description>You'll see!!</description>
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			<title>The Finer Things</title>
			<description>This is about the finest things in life!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snowbear1967/239623/</link>
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			<title>Special Time</title>
			<description>SPECIAL TIME&amp;nbsp;Hence a fallen branch came crashing down,upon my fallen soul,the pain was insurmountable,I held him so accountable.I thought of the time, when I was so involved,with someone whose eyes,only saw me.The sea breezes were thebest, and thesmell of salt,seagul..</description>
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			<title>The Black Dog</title>
			<description>This is a portion of Chapter 1, from my new children's book...
The Black Dog.  Not out in stores yet; but will be soon in
2008!!  This book is copyrighted and in the process of being
published.  Under contract at this time; and unable to be
reproduced</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snowbear1967/208755/</link>
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			<title>The World</title>
			<description>THE WORLDBy:  Lisa Ann JonesThe world is bigger than I,or so it seems to me,it seems I am small,small as can be.I think there's more to know,and wisdom to seek,to grow.I wish to find the answers,to all my questions,don't you know?I see the beauty,and lovely things around,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snowbear1967/208727/</link>
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			<title>As The Body Moves</title>
			<description>Warning: This story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for those under the age of 18.As The Body MovesAs the body moves, the soul and heartmust move with it.As the soul and heart move, the spiritlifts beyond the body.As the feeling of winds and shivers,slide down..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snowbear1967/208724/</link>
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			<title>I Dream</title>
			<description>I DreamI dream of sunshine and rain,I dream of peace, not war and loss.I dream of oceans, the salty sea.I dream of welcomes, smiles, and just to be.I dream of laughter, and dew, of soft pouring rain.I dream of sunshine, not pain.I dream of flowers and smells, &amp;quot;Oh Sigh&amp;quot;...I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snowbear1967/208719/</link>
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			<title>How Could You?</title>
			<description>Why did you lose my work??  
I trusted you!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snowbear1967/208698/</link>
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			<title>Flitter</title>
			<description>Flitter&amp;nbsp;Flitter-Where are you?Sitting, then flitting,on the morning dew.I can't find you, thecolor, I can't see.Flitter, flitter, Where shall you be?I smell the fragrances,its all for not.I wonder where you are,stirring this pot.Show me, where you have gone.Flitt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/snowbear1967/131112/</link>
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			<title>ENCHANTRESS</title>
			<description>ENCHANTRESS&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I AM HISENCHANTRESS,WICKED,SEDUCTIVE,CAPTIVATINGHIS SOUL,KEEPING HIMBREATHLESS,MAKING HIM WHOLE.I SWISH AROUNDLIKE A FAIRY,CASTING SPELLSOF LOVEAND DREAMS,BANISHINGHIS NIGHTMARES,LURING HIMINTO MY WEB OFPASSION,AND EMOTINALRIVERS,..</description>
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