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			<title>Tattoos</title>
			<description>Something I did for the exercise in &quot;On Writing&quot; by Stephen King</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikeduty/1398653/</link>
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			<title>Words</title>
			<description>Just my dabbling into poetry again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikeduty/1379882/</link>
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			<title>Resurrection</title>
			<description>I've given thought to a futuristic setting in a semi-utopian world. But what kind of challenges and conflicts might folks face in a place without war, crime, or poverty?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikeduty/1245965/</link>
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			<title>Infantry Life</title>
			<description>Disclaimer: though I was an Army reservist, I was never personally an infantryman. This poem grew out of reading and conversations with a few &quot;grunts&quot; I know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikeduty/1109903/</link>
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			<title>Country Road</title>
			<description>Paul stepped out of the back of Unit 307 and slammed thedoors behind him. Blaze orange jump kit slung over his shoulder, he surveyedthe scene. His deep blue coat shielded him from the frozen drizzle blowing hardin the wind. But, to his bare face it felt like a million tiny insect stings...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikeduty/1070013/</link>
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			<title>Country Road</title>
			<description>Paul stepped out of the back of Unit 307 and slammed thedoors behind him. Blaze orange jump kit slung over his shoulder, he surveyedthe scene. His deep blue coat shielded him from the frozen drizzle blowing hardin the wind. But, to his bare face it felt like a million tiny insect stings...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikeduty/1070002/</link>
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			<title>Deal Breakers</title>
			<description>Sometimes it's better to break promises</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikeduty/1069189/</link>
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			<title>Deal Breakers</title>
			<description>Sometimes, there's a good reason to break a promise</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikeduty/1069183/</link>
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			<title>Sleep Mother</title>
			<description>This poem was inspired by the idea of the fall and winter seasons being a time of rest for Mother Nature.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikeduty/1052224/</link>
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