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		<description>The original writings of author Mr Good</description>
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			<title>Departure from lover</title>
			<description>this is poem on how a hero/lover feels when he knows he is seeing his love for the last time and that he and his lover can't be together in future.the lady smiles as she departs and the poem expresses</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simpleloving/1226547/</link>
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			<title>Sew your heart</title>
			<description>Here we are Both tired beside one anotherFiguring out What happened to the fire we litHow illuminated our world wasBrighter than sunWere our happinessWith your smile;Wider than flowing NileYet like Moses I tore it apartBled your innocent heartLemme sew it ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simpleloving/1058758/</link>
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			<title>Enjoy Being</title>
			<description>I have related a musical instrument,with life,body and happiness. When a musician plays his symphony/song, he breaths his thought into mouthpiece,senses the keys,plays the song and makes symphony</description>
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			<title>My relation with Jesus</title>
			<description>Its a little long,but hope you connect with it and flow with the theme</description>
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			<title>Washed Dreams</title>
			<description>From little dreams I look towards a golden destinyDreams; which I know will never be fulfilledWatching round me a class of peopleWith possibly no dream at&amp;nbsp; allBut yet carving their destinyWriting their fate with golden pen carrying luminious inkI find this rather odd, so as to why its always me..</description>
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