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			<title>You</title>
			<description>lyrics. not done yet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/233063/</link>
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			<title>Madly in Love with God</title>
			<description>lyrics...kris b said she never saw any of my songs so im putting the better ones on here. this ones not quite done, i dont htink</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/233062/</link>
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			<title>Take my all</title>
			<description>lyrics to a powerful song. whe ni play it i even have a little guitar goin on</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/233061/</link>
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			<title>Depend on Jesus</title>
			<description>lyrics, but just a thought of mine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/233060/</link>
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			<title>unknown</title>
			<description>lyrics to a song i just wrote. about a girl who is breaking up with her boyfriend i guess. it just sort of came to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/233049/</link>
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			<title>Nick the Bear</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Nick the Bear&amp;nbsp;In a forest filled with sticks,There lived a bearWho&amp;rsquo;s name was Nick.One summer day he scaredA boy named TuckWho had blonde hair.Then Nick snuckBack to his lair.Nick is knownFor his great careWhen He&amp;rsquo;s in the zoneHow great he can scare..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/233020/</link>
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			<title>(Names)</title>
			<description>need names for charecters in your story? heres basically a book of names!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/231922/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two of Pirates</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter Two&amp;nbsp;Finally boarded on Jael and out of the port, Myriah finally felt secure.&amp;nbsp; She introduced Jack to the crew and went with him into the captain&amp;rsquo;s quarters. A beautiful scarlet macaw flew by Jack and landed on Myriah&amp;rsquo;s shoulder. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Ah, Josiah, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/231916/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One of Pirates</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter One&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;What are your orders, Captain?&amp;rdquo; Ben, the one-eyed first mate on the luxurious pirate ship Fool&amp;rsquo;s Gold, asked in a gruff voice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/231915/</link>
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			<title>Pirates</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/231914/</link>
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			<title>Un nouvel endroit a cherch&amp;eacute;</title>
			<description> &amp;quot;Un nouvel endroit a cherch&amp;eacute; &amp;quot; is French for a new place sought
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/226074/</link>
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			<title>Random Thoughts: Questions?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The other side of the ocean,Or the other side of the world?What is the difference?Is there a difference?&amp;nbsp;Obsessed?Or just in love?What is the difference?Is there a difference?&amp;nbsp;Crippled,Or lame?What is the difference?Is there a difference?&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/216492/</link>
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			<title>Paul Revere</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Paul RevereApril18, 1775,&amp;nbsp;Was the famous night&amp;nbsp;Of Paul Revere&amp;rsquo;s ride.&amp;nbsp;Riding hard and with all his might&amp;nbsp;To warn Samuel Adams and John Hancock too,&amp;nbsp;That he had some terrible news.&amp;nbsp;The British were coming!&amp;nbsp;To arrest the two&amp;nbsp;They ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/214656/</link>
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			<title>Tragedy Strikes</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter SevenTragedy Strikes&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The room burst into excitement as I took a few shaky steps until I reached the arms of my boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; He took me up in his arms and held me close, tears of joy and relief streaming..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/214654/</link>
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			<title>Resolutions</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter SixResolutions&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Two long weeks later I was released from the hospital. A lot of people had come to see me during those two weeks.&amp;nbsp; Almost everyone in twelfth grade at school, plus a lot of my teachers and coaches came. Everyone from tenth grade to freshmen in c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/214652/</link>
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			<title>Kidnapped!</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter fiveKidnapped!&amp;nbsp;By now, I was hoping (and praying) that my mom (or any one else, for that matter) had called the police. I listened hard as I could for a siren. But, to my dismay, there was nothing but the gruff voice of my kidnapper. I could not hear what he was saying, bu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/214649/</link>
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			<title>Time For Firsts</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter fourTime for Firsts&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope I'm not late, I hope I'm not late. Luckily, I am off my crutches now, so I can actually run to class instead of slowly hobble up the stairs. I can also go to practice.&amp;nbsp; Rrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggg!!&amp;nbsp; I sat down and let out a sigh...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/214647/</link>
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			<title>Wreckage</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter threeWreckage&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I still could not believe that I was going out with Trey Denton. I was going out with the most popular guy in the whole school. Everyone would be jealous. All the girls were in love Trey, and yet he chose me out of all the other girls that have been f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/214646/</link>
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			<title>Every One Wants A Boyfriend</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter twoEvery One Wants A Boyfriend&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We decided that this weekend we are going to camping. It is Thursday- we leave to go camping tomorrow. So I really need to start packing! I carefully consider what I should ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/214643/</link>
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			<title>Senior Year</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter oneSenior Year&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Beep beep beep beep!&amp;nbsp; Click. The awful noise finally stopped as I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. 6:05.Yeah, right.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/214640/</link>
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			<title>A Not-So Dream Life</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stellarlover/207634/</link>
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