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			<title>7 ways of looking at a flower</title>
			<description>7 ways of looking at a flower&amp;nbsp;Freshly laid flowers on top of a graveThe grief of family and friendsGently laying down the delicate flowersOn someone who they love.&amp;nbsp;The flowers can astound a loved one.Maybe for an anniversaryOr just because you want to make their dayFeel..</description>
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			<title>Ode to a tree</title>
			<description>This particular poem is one of my favorites.  When all of mt writing was deleted on here, I had absolutely no time to put them all back.  I really want to stress to everyone that tress are important in this world.  They can do so much for all living thing</description>
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			<title>The Peaceful Water</title>
			<description>The Peaceful WaterThe water is the only place for meIt drowns my misery and gives me cheerFor I am the only one who seesThat there will always be beauty right here&amp;nbsp;Oh river, why can't you be more mortal?You already listen to my troublesAnd sometimes I think you are a portalBut..</description>
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			<title>The Beauty of Butterflies</title>
			<description>This poem is dedicated to my grandma who was a beautiful writer.  She always looked at nature differently by making it more beautiful.  Even though I only knew her for about 3 and a half years ,she was a great person.</description>
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			<title>The Deadly Game called Life</title>
			<description>This poem is dedicated to my father who passed away before my sister and I were born.  He knew that my mother, Donna, was going to have twin girls so he helped pick out our names.  It is too bad that I never met him for I hear from my mom that he was a gr</description>
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