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		<description>The original writings of author Maddi</description>
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			<title>The Fraud</title>
			<description>To think that IRegarded youA sister - thisIs my great shame.A safehouse setOn shifting sand,A slinking snake That coils to strike.A shapeshifterWith shrouded faceAnd hands that mendBefore they break.You shed your skin,I ran and hid, cried,&amp;ldquo;Fraud!&amp;rdquo; but none wouldHeed my warning.Now in the..</description>
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			<title>Mad Queen Mab</title>
			<description>O queen of dreamings, mad Queen Mab, depart,And visit me no more. I grow wearyOf dreams that rend these plastered walls -- my heart --Of reminders of long wand&amp;rsquo;rings dreary.Let not your carriage-bells be heard tonight,Nor beating of your wings. Dreamless, I&amp;rsquo;ll sleep.You&amp;rsquo;ll not the ..</description>
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			<title>Lines from Kennebec County</title>
			<description>I wish that I had grown up by the sea, That storm-tossed waves had been my lullabye. Those billows would have taught me to be free, And from the sea-birds I&amp;rsquo;d have learned to fly. I might have watched the sailboats drift along And known they housed some captain&amp;rsquo;s scurvy crew. I might hav..</description>
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			<title>Enyo of the Ruins</title>
			<description>Parody of Robert Browning's &quot;Love Among the Ruins&quot;</description>
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			<title>The Last Wild Place on Earth</title>
			<description>You say you want to find me and be free. Then you know, strung-out seeker, where to go:Go where the mountaintops and looming treesChoke back the pregnant firmament - but no,I know you wouldn&amp;rsquo;t want to venture hereAnd scale my hill, the last wild place on EarthWhere none could shield you from t..</description>
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