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			<title>Austraila to Bangkok</title>
			<description>Though the window he looksshe&amp;rsquo;s tidying and moving stock.Smile across his face, the blood rushes and pushes that feeling out of his mouth in a riddle ofNonsense.At least he put a name to the face that she starched upon his heart.That name Skipping round his brain. Maybe she didn&amp;rs..</description>
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			<title>Waterloo station at noon.</title>
			<description>Long soft kisses, burn inside. As she sleeps her chemical dreams open her eyes.I feel lost. I am the only one without a map. I want to take life on and win. Have life at your feet.She expressed herself thought her body. Liberating her wild side Where daydreams aren&amp;rsquo;t allowed. Can you die..</description>
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			<title>Constellation Ringo Starr</title>
			<description>                                                            I was talking to her in the moonlight,            In fact she wasn&amp;rsquo;t there that night,            I was talking to myself            I was talking to myself that very&amp;nbsp;night.                        I Asked ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PercySnapper/289462/</link>
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			<title>A Quarter To Nine In London town.</title>
			<description>Quarter To Nine In London town&amp;nbsp;Paisley Scarf&amp;rsquo;s and double breasted suitswhite lines and shiny daisy roots.Sideways rain with tickets on the floorPlease stand back from the aggressively closing doorYap goes the man in carriage number 2Dealing with the deal not for me but fo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PercySnapper/289415/</link>
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			<title>Butchers knife</title>
			<description>After she stopped to think about lifeThe butcher sharpened his butchers knifealong came a dream of love and lustheart with a blister and a dark brown rustShe opened her heart to him that tearful dayThe butcher would wipe that doubt awayFor he had a lover that look just the sameHis Li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PercySnapper/289414/</link>
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			<title>The place I grew up</title>
			<description>I was walking down the road of the place I grew upIt nice enough, big trees a middle class breeze, but it now means so little to me.My friends still live here and still drink in the pub the landlords sound and he&amp;rsquo;ll give me a subBut this place feels all lost on me.I moved to the big ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PercySnapper/289412/</link>
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			<title>All up to the orbs</title>
			<description>Last night they came all broken and sternward,Issued forth withmedicine all up to the orbs.My hands unclenched shame, willow weepsshadows cover half a depressed effortless gawk.I marvelled at the sky that coved my mind,Why I left her a two-eyed violet? For the gods.white petals tin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PercySnapper/289411/</link>
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			<title>Die for the girl of my dreams.</title>
			<description>Die for the girl of my dreamsRip my heart out by the seamsChew it up and spit it outInto the bloody streamAnd I wont listen to her liesIt&amp;rsquo;s the lies that I cant abide&amp;lsquo;Cus she knows she gets me with themEvery single time&amp;nbsp;Now the chance has goneI drink myself hal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PercySnapper/289410/</link>
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			<title>Tricks and swindles</title>
			<description>He walks around in a world of his ownThese streets are home from homeOpportunity Knocks just once a dayBorn and bread in an ally wayHe&amp;rsquo;d never looked into your eyesHis good nature his disguiseA face you know or think you seenHis public image was squeaky cleanOh what has he do..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PercySnapper/289409/</link>
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			<title>Forced to open wide her eyes.</title>
			<description>Her moist lips against a gleaming mirror,For she is forced to open wide her eyes.Compelled and spell bound to look deep into her open soul.She digs deep, opening a memory box, the warmth of being held as a child,The excitement of her first kiss, the feeling of being touched. In her box of ..</description>
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