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			<title>At Dawn Miss Tulipani Travels to the City for a Job Opportunity</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At Dawn Miss Tulipani Travels To The City For A Job Opportunity&amp;nbsp;Scalloped hemStrappy heelsSlender stemTress-atango&amp;nbsp;Nary a backward glance&amp;nbsp;And what happened</description>
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			<title>Oasis Oasis</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;OASIS OASIS&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alone&amp;nbsp;Long about dead&amp;nbsp;Squint-eye&amp;nbsp;Barren swells of tan&amp;nbsp;Shimmer, aqua&amp;nbsp;Palm tree leans&amp;nbsp;Mouth-watering sound&amp;nbsp;Ululation&amp;nbsp;Sandangel&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>The Neighborhood</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Neighborhood&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bad-talking crows,Cacophony of rough words,Indignant mob,Roost-rule.&amp;nbsp;Lesser birds huddleLow in the pine treeWaiting for it to be over.High in the leaf canopy&amp;nbsp;Hawk tries to stand his limb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nonameharbor/282733/</link>
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			<title>Nassau Harbor at Paradise Bridge</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nassau Harbor Near Paradise Bridge&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Late afternoon blooms downThrough pink and green clouds.Downtowners in bright office clothesStop by the old fishing boats.To slurp down a raw conch before heading home.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Tonight The Waves Have Big Shoulders</title>
			<description>excerpt from ship's log</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nonameharbor/259441/</link>
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			<title>Estuary</title>
			<description>Estuary

The tide at crest carries me
To the hard land of my ancestors,
Mountain glen, green onion meadow.

Ebb tide pulls me to open seastead,
Washes from me
One poem at a time.

Swirled water teems with life
When the world tilts&amp;#2013266053;falling</description>
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