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			<title>The Other</title>
			<description>Another old one. I seem to have one good poem in me every few years (where by 'good' I refer to 'good by my arbitrary standards')</description>
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			<title>Nocturnal Mourning</title>
			<description>This is a really old one, but I figured I could throw some old tidbits in here.</description>
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			<title>In Red</title>
			<description>They were married in red.Red was the wine as it flowed past the lipsRed wasa her dress as it flowed past her hipsRed was her blush, 'neath his fingertipsThough all gathered 'round thought it above her.&amp;nbsp;They were married in red.Red was the love, each one for the otherRed were the..</description>
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