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			<title>How long will this stay on the new writing page?  Will I be relevant if I'm not there?</title>
			<description>Jon's joke is about farting and I laugh.Not because the joke is funny, but because I am not capable, at that moment,of not laughing.&quot;Blister in the Sun&quot; plays off tapeand we all scream along, even at the whispered parts.This, and The Goonies,are all that hold my generation togeth..</description>
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			<title>Selected Haiku</title>
			<description>selections from my submissions on http://thehaikuyear.blogspot.com</description>
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			<title>Solomon Says.</title>
			<description> This is how it will go. I will no longer, by omission, pretend to know things I do not know. Lana makes an obscure reference, I nod my head. I didn&amp;rsquo;t know she was breaking up with me. Lord knows, I probably had an inappropriate expression for the situation. Lana and I standing in a phone boot..</description>
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			<title>History Sighs.</title>
			<description>The wrinkles in the man&amp;rsquo;s faceshape his skin into a smile.  I spotsomething in his eyes and I&amp;rsquo;m offand there with him in that turret,his heart like a thunderbird&amp;rsquo;s wingas it takes off against the wind.His fingers tickle the trigger,he is ready for anything andif it ..</description>
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			<title>The Lake</title>
			<description>When I went down to the lake,I saw the place where my uncle used to feed the fish.  As children, with our quick attentions and quick wit, We would fish from that spot.  Cast and tug, we didn'teven need bait.  Just a hook, and the trust of the fish,and we could have something to toss back. ..</description>
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			<title>The Little Sucker Who Could</title>
			<description>I used to have this girlfriend who had been molested as a child by her father. It's a rough thing, and I in no way condone the molestation of children, but parts of this story may actually be funny so if you laugh, it's not your soul at stake.So, she was molested. Traumatized by it. Not your usu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prometheus818/720/</link>
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			<title>Love Story</title>
			<description>What is love? Baby, don't hurt me.</description>
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			<title>Little Palaces</title>
			<description>In Chocolate Town, all the trains are painted brown, and the silver paper of the wrapper&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Desireless</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;I mean, before you&amp;rsquo;re born, right, it's like they've got everything mapped out for you. They want you to go to this kind of school and have this kind of job and have everything better than they did. It's hard to live with that kind of pressure, man.&amp;quot;I tune out. I had heard Tom g..</description>
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