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			<title>Quilts</title>
			<description>Quilts&amp;nbsp;Each piece is cut so precise,They fit into a pattern so conscise.The colors of squares, curves and rectanglesCut of beautif fabric and put together in just the right angle.&amp;nbsp;Piece by piece it goes together smooth,Like a very difficult puzzle with just picture for clue..</description>
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			<title>Caught</title>
			<description>A poem for women about women and men who care.</description>
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			<title>Floating</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I see him floating in the pool, just floating.&amp;nbsp;Is he dead? I watch from my bedroom window spying on him. He was the only one in the pool. I guess he was home on vacation or was he suppose to be at work? Was he dead? Move I thought, just move so I know you are alright. I realy dont' want..</description>
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			<title>My dove</title>
			<description>Life Anew with You&amp;nbsp;Do not look with saddened eyesMy dear loved one; these are are happy cries.I feel such love for you so deep.I lie awake at night, for I can not sleep.I yearn for your loving arms.I am always blessed by your charms.&amp;nbsp;When I do fall asleep,My dreams are ..</description>
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			<title>My only friend</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Mmm take a bite, a lick of this brown sinfullness.Feel it touch in side your mouth, tongue, teeth, your gums.Let it sit and soak into your mind.Look at it, see it, really see itHow wonderful this feeling is.Let each senssation never come to an end,For this my sweet chocolate, is ..</description>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>Lovers part and she dies in the oceans' waves. They now will never see each other.</description>
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