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			<title>A Rose Sub-rosa for Emily</title>
			<description>A Research Paper I wrote for my English 102 Instructor Regena Dossett at FSCC, November 2009</description>
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			<title>UNBORN INNOCENCE</title>
			<description>Sonnet written for Extra Credit for R. Dossett at FCSS</description>
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			<title>Sorry</title>
			<description>Something simple about a decade old friendship involving a man that never could understand why I didn't feel the same about him as he did me.</description>
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			<title>One Love</title>
			<description>As the waves crash down on the sand,Beneath my shadows of where I stand,I think about the roads my heart has taken,And all the lives I&amp;rsquo;ve crucified and forsaken.I ponder about who I&amp;rsquo;m not,And the person that I was, but forgot.No more am I an innocent dolly,I&amp;rsquo;ve foun..</description>
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			<title>I prayed</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Someone once told me, red roses were for love and yellow roses were for friendship. So, I brought her flowers, red and yellow roses. She loved flowers. She used to have huge flower gardens around Oak trees and other random places on the old country home..</description>
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