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		<description>The original writings of author Keith</description>
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			<title>Telesymbiote</title>
			<description>bespeak me twicefor I fear I will not believe the firstI will never tire of the repetitionfor it would be your voiceyour thought,the esprit,an embrace that will sealnurture nirvanaincant from therewhere the id of our kind would become twoacquiescent in infinity&amp;rsquo;s communicae..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/239927/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-14e2</title>
			<description>dissidence screams againand the hungry sky rumblesa subtle gastro pangnoting the acceptanceof another malcontent to purgatoryflashes of temperargument for exoneration crasheshonour brigade looking down at a fallen comradedistant focus more symbolicof ultimate destination of justice..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/233824/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-33  The Dark Continence</title>
			<description>A request for a cull of pessimismto unwield the bolster of dignityto riddle the halls of reticencewith a contrivance of equanimity&amp;nbsp;A call to foster plagues of inoculatessedate locost's psychotic negligencealter genetics&amp;rsquo; hubris nitratein a continental breakfast's reveren..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/233817/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-40</title>
			<description>rated diablosoft breezescarrying the insightful voicesjust outside the windowto scatteramidst the chorus of the citya medley of contention and conduitsexpertise penned for a pointenveloping the blasphemy and toilfortunes inkedthe promenade enters the courtto tender their homage..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/233810/</link>
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			<title>poem 2-43</title>
			<description>time to go another roundperennial leaves turning blankfashionably arriving in the metallic tonesof the alms falling into placean eye that twinkles of wanderlusta glint derived of crying the diamondsthat which harden the steadfast steelyand chronicles the falls in the annuls&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/233805/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-53</title>
			<description>Sad, don't bother unless dark in mood</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/229141/</link>
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			<title>Poem 1 - 4</title>
			<description>Oh this old but a personal fav... 
positive cynicism... GOT THAT!!! Positive thought people!!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/227694/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-52</title>
			<description>Muse called by saints,To stain ink again,Sheets barren but for staff,Breath marks settling into groovesBeside this spine, below the melody,Pulling the strings which call,To seduce those attuned,Place the troubadour before mind, wind, baton.The ink pours fervently,Another score sett..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/224011/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-25  The Unwilling Patriot (of the)</title>
			<description>you name meto claim I bean ideology&amp;nbsp;you stake meto bet I'm freevia chronology&amp;nbsp;the times of linesreverence freeanother grey slateof promises forgave&amp;nbsp;to cease in releasemore complacencyreason though lateby the forced conclave&amp;nbsp;you claim mewith r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202533/</link>
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			<title>Men Who Maintain</title>
			<description>Ever notice how when it rains,&amp;nbsp;is the only time you ever see the earthworms.And when it rains,&amp;nbsp;is the only time you reflect upon how infertile the earth would be without them.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202524/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-29  Musse</title>
			<description>angels rise as spiritscircle upon ethereal windsrising from the nothingnessto blow thought's assuage,invoking memories that healed,of kisses sealing esprit,treating passing ires,tranquil cooled eruptions,a bequest of shimmering colour,metallics attracting the sensesto bestowed mo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202514/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-34</title>
			<description>there you stoodambiguity on your sleeveeleven years of lethargyembraced with a minstrel's rhymea quarrel of quavershanging from a hip forgiventoying along cupid's stringsa lyre guilded with golden dreamsa line read insteaddisparity of times alivebeckoning of sirens ringequanimi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202503/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-10</title>
			<description>To dodge fatemake them waitthey who forsakeloss of their take&amp;nbsp;free to createtimed to restatecause of the wakethrown at the lake&amp;nbsp;never to latefor released gatecurrent thoughts achefor the vision's opaque&amp;nbsp;lost old mandaterefused abrogatefor when virtue'..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202497/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-15 e2</title>
			<description>eyes of innocencebeguiled by trutha fair reflectionto whom I losethe palisade of selfI fought to construea tiger's roarreduced to mewvoiced in momentswith attention consumedby lingering whispersbeloved static quaversof cordial residueand this pulse rambles pointlesswithin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202485/</link>
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			<title>poem 2-3</title>
			<description>Subjugate once pacifiedsanctuary of the public eyesubtlety of the promenadesuffering behind the palisadeseparatism once poncifiedsolemn-esque yet putrefiedsecretly they plagiarizesimpletons once punditriedsouring further the polarizedsevering themselves of the pluralizedscheming ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202477/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-2 e2</title>
			<description>Men of flesh and presumed intelligencethe belligerent, eloquent and reasonably elegantbureaus of fashion, fads and promised pitchelecting to float on campaign upon hitchto stream single file down a popular poleto jump on the wagon of response to roleto answer a call representing career..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202470/</link>
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			<title>Poem 2-1 e3 &amp;quot;Tea and Thee&amp;quot; ...pending further editorial commentary...</title>
			<description>never sell out your integrity... ah! only a change to the title so far...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202461/</link>
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			<title>Poem #7</title>
			<description>Howling at the blackCrying into the seaForgiving the night's virtuesIn a dawn-breaking jubileeSacrificing ourselvesTo the god of despairDesiring no ill fatePraying the gods be fairEnveloping usWasting ourselvesUnredemable timeForgiving themselvesWith no idea why.Pressing pu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202452/</link>
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			<title>Poem #1</title>
			<description>the repeating surfthe rising tidethe people fall waywhen god's collidethe green of naturethe blood of beastthe buried nativeas they solemnly speakof unscathing justiceat the howl of the wolfa luminous moonin a sea aloofthe berserkers cryas their gods diein a crimson tid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkeithb/202436/</link>
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