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			<title>Dreamer</title>
			<description>In his secret office, invisible.Turns the light switch on, he's now visible.Grabbing his pencil, his trusted stencil, his imagination's is visible. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPoemKid/1191255/</link>
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			<title>The Last Time</title>
			<description>A sad poem that came to me a while ago. I can't really say what it means. You have to figure out what means to you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPoemKid/1087329/</link>
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			<title>The Love Thief</title>
			<description>A poem about an upset man because he discovered that his love was with someone else.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPoemKid/1079423/</link>
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			<title>The Ways of Seeing Things</title>
			<description>Got this idea from talking to my English teacher about how some poets are very abstract and can have very different views than you might think of. So I wrote about how we see things differently.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPoemKid/1077209/</link>
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			<title>The Climb </title>
			<description>Poem that came to me about 5 minuets ago about being you and facing the hard climbs in life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPoemKid/1077015/</link>
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			<title>The Nightmare Monster</title>
			<description>A poem that came to me last night. It's about a mythical creature that pursues to fill children's dreams with nightmares. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPoemKid/1075701/</link>
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			<title>The Modern Days</title>
			<description>     This is the modern days. The days were there is constant noise and play. Buses honking, constant talking, the noises just keep stalking. When you try to find piece and satisfaction, it seems impossible with these distractions. The world keeps chasing as I run far away, away from the modern days..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPoemKid/1075156/</link>
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			<title>A Blank Sheet of Paper</title>
			<description>A poem for not writing poems.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatPoemKid/1042568/</link>
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