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			<title>Being Alone and Reading Books</title>
			<description>That feeling you get after reading a book and why I love to be alone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wistful_wishes/1157003/</link>
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			<title>Reasons Why</title>
			<description>I was talking to a froend and she told me one of the things she was thinking so I wrote this poem to put her thoughts into simpler words. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wistful_wishes/1040198/</link>
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			<title>Twenty-five Year Ago</title>
			<description>Twenty-five years ago&amp;nbsp;I used to call this place home&amp;nbsp;But now&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I stand in the doorway&amp;nbsp;And I watch people outside&amp;nbsp;Trying to drown themselves in the rain&amp;nbsp;But I will stand by &amp;nbsp;And keep the time&amp;nbsp;Having my soul be burned alive&amp;nbsp;As I see them cry&amp;nbsp;I am b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wistful_wishes/1040188/</link>
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			<title>A Story About Smiling</title>
			<description>When you luagh, you just want to smile</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wistful_wishes/1039605/</link>
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			<title>I Am Strong, But Is The Other Side</title>
			<description>I am strong I always haveI was never one for self pity Or to drag myself alongI see them push me awayTheir eyes say I am too GoodforYouI smile Do you thinkThat I don't knowYou don't like meI don't care What are you to meI can laugh on my own andI have my own air to breatheThey cut deep into meLeavin..</description>
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