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			<title>The Talking Bus</title>
			<description>Worthless buzz,About the futile &amp;nbsp;ventures of lifeLike the ever orating radio,The switch on,Signals retrieved,Hovering the voices,The babbles .Encrypting the noises,Blabbed by the furious people.Reaching to every ear,Hindering the gentle mind,Soon their voices turn to growls,Leaving the bus talk..</description>
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			<title>Crippled Leaves</title>
			<description>Left barren to their fate,On the bumpy asphalt street,The dry brown leaves,Who once were ivory green.They drag on Autumn's plight,Injured, miffed and hurt.Crawling their way smoothly,With their intricate attire.They jump, they fly,Quietly with the slashing windAnd juggle distant distances,On their i..</description>
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			<title>Singing The Primitive Beauty</title>
			<description>In the blooming summer,Facilitated by the broiling sun,I looked up to the clear sky,Who murmured its chants.Orating about its ventures,It turned me to the ground.Towards the lush green nature,Stretching beyond my sight.Sneaking behind those monstrous trees,I played hide and seek with nature.Who trie..</description>
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			<title>Winter Breeze</title>
			<description>The poem describes a scene where the cold winter breeze is spreading its magic across the region.</description>
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