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			<title>Jazz is King</title>
			<description>CigarettesCandle lightAnticipation&amp;rsquo;sIn the air tonightWith stories to tellAnd with songs to sing&amp;nbsp;And everyone knowing&amp;nbsp;That Jazz is KingThe orchestra soundsSultry and smoothAs the room&amp;rsquo;s filledWith the sweetest jazz grooveEach musician&amp;nbsp;Has something to bring&amp;nbsp;Beautifull..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/3128104/</link>
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			<title>Waiting For The House To Scream</title>
			<description>I pray these eggshells&amp;nbsp;Will carry my weightAs this road&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;ve chosen to takeSitting here&amp;nbsp;As in a dream&amp;nbsp;Waiting for the houseTo scream&amp;nbsp;Those brutal handsThe unseen marksThose whispered threatsIgnite the sparks&amp;nbsp;The coffee tableThat was never clean&amp;nbsp;Waiting for th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/3057050/</link>
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			<title>A Thin Veil</title>
			<description>Why do kids carry knives to schoolKnowing they could be usedA thin veil of make up and a knowing smileDisguises for the abusedWhy do dreams tantamount to dustContinually in this day and ageAnd why do poets continue to writeFor victims on a pageAt night a young girl walks out on her boyTrying to stem..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/2952257/</link>
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			<title>Talking Scars</title>
			<description>If my scars could talkWhat would they say to youNot so much about where I've beenMore of what I have been throughWould they tell of tower blocksAnd of voices raisedWould they tell of wounds and bruisesSome lines can't be erasedWould they tell of addictionAnd would they tell of lines and veinsWould t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/2881869/</link>
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			<title>Now</title>
			<description>Now its me against youThis is what we've come toStanding here&amp;nbsp;With tears in our eyesWe've Sunday heartbreaksOver cake and milkshakesTired out&amp;nbsp;From all of the tries&amp;nbsp;Now I am home alone&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All&amp;nbsp;we have knownStaring at the phone&amp;nbsp;In the nightI have lonely days&amp;nbsp;In the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/2880090/</link>
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			<title>Where All The Roads Lead</title>
			<description>There&amp;rsquo;s a man on a benchIn the heat of the daySlowly drinkingHis life awayHe&amp;rsquo;s the King of the WorldIf he&amp;rsquo;s to be believedAnd he&amp;rsquo;s wondering nowWhere all the roads leadThere&amp;rsquo;s a girl at a barWith a drink in her handHoping one dayHe&amp;rsquo;ll understandLife&amp;rsquo;s not wo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/2806306/</link>
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			<title>Where The Rain Comes In</title>
			<description>She lives in a house Where the rain comes in Soaks her clothesAnd drenches her skinAnd she doesn't know Where to begin Living in a house Where the rain comes inShe has a garden That is overgrownToo much work For one person alone Shrubs and weeds Like she's never knownLiving with a garden That is ove..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1913727/</link>
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			<title>Stowaway</title>
			<description>She'll tell you her story If you buy her a drink Her eyes have the look of far away As she pauses to think &quot;Now where would I begin&quot;she says&quot;And let me tell you of the costLet me tell you the story of my lifeHow loves been won and how loves been lost&quot;Now my story's not too dissimilar Too the ones yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1913339/</link>
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			<title>They Say It's A Crime</title>
			<description>We're smashing up citiesWith a measured rage Through poetical lines And words on a page As we highlight the issues That are affecting this nationThrough the rhythm and rhymesOf a new generationIn the hope that our wordsInspire peasants and kingsBut they it's a crime To speak of such thingsThe social..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1811393/</link>
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			<title>Salvation Way</title>
			<description>The lads and I went racing Along Salvation WayChrome plated Chevy's with engines roaring We said &quot;This is the way we'll stay&quot;There was Suzi and JohnnyMary Jo and me Two more crammed in to Billy's carIn a bid to be freeWe'd all grown up together We'd all graduated from schoolParents said we needed an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1799492/</link>
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			<title>A Love So True</title>
			<description>I knew a girl with golden hairShe'd make a man stop and stare&amp;nbsp; In her blue jeans she looked so fine I knew one day that she'd be mineNow tell me friend what's a boy to doWhen he finds a love so trueNow we first met on a summers day Some music playing far away She walked in heads turned around I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1798172/</link>
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			<title>Wise Words</title>
			<description>Wise words written On a playground wallWise words written In a spray can scrawlWise words written For those in need Wise words written That all may read &amp;nbsp;Wise words written That wars may ceaseWise words written In a quest for peaceWise words written As solutions are ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1467767/</link>
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			<title>Rise</title>
			<description>Zoe left home at seventeenOn the blackest day she'd ever seenRaised voices and tear stained eyesA situation with no compromiseZoe felt like she was starting to drownSuffocated by her home town&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;Teacher told Zoe &quot;Do what you feel&quot;Blackjack Table Roulette Wheel The pain sh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1337768/</link>
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			<title>Flinch </title>
			<description>You scar and you scratchAnd put holes in the skyYou rip and you pullAs the rivers run dry You tear and you burn So&amp;nbsp;it blocks out the sun And you didn't even flinch When the deed was done &amp;nbsp;You pollute all the seas So the oceans turn blackHarness wind power and gasA r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1032975/</link>
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			<title>Tonight I Dance</title>
			<description>In the spotlights glare I start my routine Tonight I dance For marks unseenBruises and scars Inflicted by men Tonight I dance For the victims of them&amp;nbsp;So much preperationMy hands they have bledAs I dance for each insult That has ever been said And I'm gripping this pole..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1028499/</link>
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			<title>A Gypsy's Tale</title>
			<description>She'll spin you a storyThat's woven with laceThat is ages old Like the lines on her faceShe'll tell it with passionAnd with wizened charmSo long as you cross With silver her palm &amp;nbsp;Her story beginsOn a ship full of gold When slaves were broughtDreams traded and sold Whe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1019889/</link>
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			<title>Sherlock</title>
			<description>I really wanted to write a &quot;Childrens Poem&quot; So this is a story about the best Detective in the Animal Kingdom. The title comes from the best Detective of them all. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/1000172/</link>
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			<title>I Guess That's What Men Do </title>
			<description>I read the news today It made me question whyAnd as the numbness kicked in I stifled a cry So you've upped and left again After all that we've been throughAnd I'm left sitting here alone I guess that's what men do &amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;I will drink this stone cold coffeeAs the toast begins..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/999116/</link>
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			<title>For Two or More Grams</title>
			<description>Splinters in a doorway A girl lying face down Injection holes in her armIn a seedy part of townHer eyes they longingly stare As the liquid takes controlAnother victim who for two or more gramsWould willingly sell thier soul&amp;nbsp;Splinters in the cafe Where her hands begin to shak..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/985836/</link>
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			<title>Time Gentlemen Please</title>
			<description>Jimmy sinks the black To even the scoreAt the bar Lucy asks &quot;Have you been here before&quot;?In the corner a PoetWrites all that she seesAs the bar tender calls &quot;Time gentlemen please&quot;&amp;nbsp;Framed pictures tell Of a glourious pastAt a table a couple Who are not meant to lastFerg..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/959616/</link>
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			<title>Splinter Girl</title>
			<description>I left a piece of me There that day What it was Who can say As I turned to go I hoped all would be well&quot;Nice to meet you Splinter Girl&quot;&amp;nbsp;I left a piece of me As they stood in line Faces cast down That once used to shine So many problems And no one to tell&quot;Nice to me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/954569/</link>
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			<title>Where They Lie </title>
			<description>Let me drop my anger hereBefore it does consume me Let me drop my anger hereThe battle that none seeLet me drop my anger here The pain that's in my cry Let me drop my anger here And leave the splinters where they lie&amp;nbsp;Let me drop my anger here This all consuming rage Let me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/952358/</link>
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			<title>Splinters</title>
			<description>SplintersThe things we findFragments of lifeWe leave behindRespect and value Things that we give As each day We try to live&amp;nbsp;SplintersThe things&amp;nbsp;we show As in all things We try to growIn wisdom and love Learning to forgive As each day We try to live&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/948984/</link>
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			<title>Which One Remains</title>
			<description>The two men makeTheir way to the stage To put forth their casesDebate and engageThe first is a poet A Purveyor of verseThe second a terroristWhat could be worse&amp;nbsp;And the subject discussedIn the coming hourBullets or Words Which has more powerThe poet will open And set..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/819533/</link>
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			<title>Love Is Not Found Here</title>
			<description>The cigarette it burns down As she downs another glassA little unstaedy on her feet Sophistication classHer eyes betray her innocenceHer face it hides her fear Seven rooms in seven days Love is not found here&amp;nbsp;She wakes in his apartment With its city viewHow many Vodkas did..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/794757/</link>
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			<title>Residue</title>
			<description>She's sixteen And running scaredFor this world She is unpreparedFragile brokenAnd so aloneThe hardest thing Was leaving homeThe anger the hurt The prying eyesThe whispers the looksAnd all the liesThe torment the scarsWhat can you do The accusations the fall out Residue..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/772027/</link>
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			<title>The Blood Of One</title>
			<description>The blood of one can save a NationThe blood of one can soothe a soulThe blood of one can take the brokenThe blood of one can make them wholeThe blood of one can take a gun The blood of one can lay it downThe blood of one can unite a family The blood of one can change a town&amp;nbsp;Th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/771671/</link>
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			<title>You Could Be Mine</title>
			<description>I'm not a girl For fancy clothesMy shoe collectionJust grows and growsDiamonte and pearlsNow isn't that sweetAs Choo and Nine West Adorn my feetThe comfort and fit Are so sublimeAnd to top it all You could be mine&amp;nbsp;I'm not a girl Who plays the part Restaurant dining..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/733153/</link>
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			<title>He Bled For Her</title>
			<description>He bled&amp;nbsp;for herFor the World to seeHe bled for her As he hung from a treeLove unfathomable The act of the SonAsking his Father to &quot;Forgive them&quot;&quot;For they know not what they have done&quot;&amp;nbsp;He bled for the victims The Nation in haste Hyssop and vinegarLeave the bitterest ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/732556/</link>
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			<title>Paris</title>
			<description>Paris was caughtIn the evening lightStunningly beautifulAn alluring sightPeople will lean To wisper and say &quot;Don't you love ParisOn a day like today&quot; &amp;nbsp;Paris has seenIn ages past Society frequent Her cafe's and bar'sWhere the Gentry and LadiesSteal the briefest kiss..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/724175/</link>
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			<title>The Dancer In The Rain</title>
			<description>This peice was inspired by JustJen2U's peice &quot;I Am Poetry&quot; </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/673779/</link>
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			<title>It's Possible Today </title>
			<description>It's possible today That you could speak Words that encourage The broken and weak Calling to all Through what you sayToo hold their head up As they face the day &amp;nbsp;It's possible today You could understandAs a young child Now takes your hand And tells you of a day Thats..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/647867/</link>
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			<title>Cover Your Eyes</title>
			<description>Cover your eyes From what we have done We've blackened sea And blocked out the sun We've amassed a great debt That we know we can't pay You don't want To be us today&amp;nbsp;Cover your eyes From what you seeThe child in the playgroundCould be you or me Holding back tears Stu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/643451/</link>
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			<title>Tomorrows England</title>
			<description>Will tomorrows EnglandBe pleasant and greenOr will the smoke Still be seen For as we destroy And continue to burnLet's say goodbye To beach tree and fern&amp;nbsp;Will tomorrows EnglandBe free of diseaseThe changes in climate Can trigger a sneezeAdvances in medicineMeans we'r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/620663/</link>
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			<title>Friends With Me </title>
			<description>&quot;I'm not as good as you think I am,I have so many faults.Violence errupts from every town,Because I've mixed with the wrong sorts.I've been used,abused and broken,Marked for all to see.And despite you knowing all of this,You want to be friends with me&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&quot;I have a constitution,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/614943/</link>
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			<title>Poetry </title>
			<description>I've seen her standI've seen her fightI've seen her dream At first lightI've seen the hope She's placed in me This girl we know As Poetry &amp;nbsp;I've heard her speakI've heard her cry I've heard her laugh And question whyI've heard her call To slave and freeThis girl we ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/613538/</link>
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			<title>I've  Seen Love</title>
			<description>I've seen love In a clenching fist I've seen love Betrayed with a kissI've seen love Turn and fleeAnd I've seen love Nailed to a tree&amp;nbsp;I've seen love Stand and fightI've seen love Cling to what's rightI've seen love Forgiving and freeAnd I've seen love Nailed to a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/547890/</link>
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			<title>Meet The King</title>
			<description>Jimmy stepped off the bus In nineteen sixty three Dreams in his head and hope in his heartMemphis TennesseeGuitar in hand and a tale to tellAnd a bunch of songs to sing But Jimmy's only wish in life Was just to meet The King&amp;nbsp;Now nobody stepped on his blue suede shoes As he p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/547114/</link>
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			<title>Ravished Earth</title>
			<description>Famine and locusts Have ravished the land Prophetic words writtenBy withered handsVacant stares longinglyLook to the skyWhile thirsty lips drinkPolluted streams dry&amp;nbsp;A man works twelve hoursHis back to the sunHis hands are so blistered But this work must be done For he ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/541110/</link>
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			<title>Balance</title>
			<description>I move to pass this resolutionBefore we all choke on the polutionSo as the T's are crossed and the I's are dottedIsn't there a flaw which we all should have spottedAre we to deaf to hear the planet cryingOr dumb to notice that the planet is dyingRenewable energy is the ultimate goal A&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/473423/</link>
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			<title>Write</title>
			<description>Write it down you generationWrite it down all that you seeWrite the words that encourage the weakWrite the words that set captives freeWrite the words that save a nationWrite the words that speak of truthWrite the words as the beacon's passedFrom the old now to the youth&amp;nbsp;Write..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/457377/</link>
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			<title>Strong Resolve</title>
			<description>If you could help me with punctuation. would be most greatful In the spoken bits do I need to start each line with a capital or is small case ok. Who'd be writer thank you in advance carl </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/413137/</link>
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			<title>With A Stroke Of A Pen</title>
			<description>With a stroke of a penWe weave and create Put forth a pointAnd choose to debate With a wealth of knowledgeAnd with so much to share Our poetry can take usAnywhere&amp;nbsp;With a stroke of a pen We can be on the street Capturing the pulseOf a nations heartbeat Walking with the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/412970/</link>
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			<title>Will We Ever </title>
			<description>Will we ever see a Nation change I believe that we will&amp;nbsp;Will we ever&amp;nbsp;see the future writtenI believe it's written stillWill we ever end diseaseAs mankind dies with each degreeWill we ever be the people&amp;nbsp;That we were meant to be&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Will we ever lay our weapons ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/410389/</link>
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			<title>Come And See</title>
			<description>Come and see a Nation changeCome and see a spirit riseCome and see a captive freeCome and see truth over liesCome and see a hope reborn Come and see as we engageCome and see all this and moreCome and see words on a page &amp;nbsp;Come and&amp;nbsp;see a burning desireCome and see a passi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/410201/</link>
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			<title>Marshmallow Hearts</title>
			<description>The girl at the bust stop Has a very pretty face She's held together With silk and fine lace Her small fingers Tell us handle with care Someone so fragile Shouldn't really be there&amp;nbsp;Her marshmallow heart Has been taken away Gone now forever As night turns to dayShe look..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/388916/</link>
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			<title>A Nations Weight</title>
			<description>This is for my girl</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/382308/</link>
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			<title>Shape A Nation</title>
			<description>If you could shape a nationHer history and pastHer present secure and solidAnd her future built to lastWhat traits would you give to herAnd what things would you take From all the countries around the worldIn the decisions that you make &amp;nbsp;Would she have a chequered past And w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/381833/</link>
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			<title>Struggle And Crawl</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The weight of the world is on my shouldersIt makes me struggle and crawlTrying so hrad to balance thingsBeing careful not to fallI struggle with so many thingsPeoples expectations of me Crawling through another day Struggling just to be&amp;nbsp;I struggle with this world we're..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/381828/</link>
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			<title>Inspiration</title>
			<description>Inspiration came to me In a flowing red dress&amp;quot;I've come to inspire youBut first I must confess I'm partial to piano It sets the mood just right&amp;quot;And as Inspiration began to&amp;nbsp;singI began to write&amp;nbsp;She sang of a nation's heartbreak And another nation's greedShe s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CarlP/351309/</link>
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