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			<title>Riding the Rails</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A place of beautyHistory hidden amongst treesIsland fortress - home long abandonedWaters traverse &amp;ndash; separatingBut not permanentlyBuoys shout depthIn a winding waterwayThrough an ancient landBridges connect, roads windThrough forest and stone.&amp;nbsp;Trees change col..</description>
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			<title>Them</title>
			<description>This is what I get for writing poetry in an 18th Century Lit. class.</description>
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			<title>The Mountain</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I had a dream last night.I was climbing a tall mountain.The climb tough, obstacles with every step.As I climbed, I would look below me.I couldn&amp;rsquo;t see very far.&amp;nbsp; The darkness followed.A chill ran through me, but it wasn&amp;rsquo;t cold.I stopped to catch my breath.I hear..</description>
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			<title>Chattanooga</title>
			<description>This was published in our college literary annual.</description>
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