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			<title>Sad Still 7/17/08</title>
			<description>If you've been following along, you will so understand this poem. If I'm new to you, you will see it from another angle.</description>
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			<title>The Rope Hangs</title>
			<description>Somewhere is your portal to death, the place you will be when your road ends, and for some of us, it will be a rope hanging in a room. Grim, I know, and sad but true.</description>
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			<title>The Division 5/8/08</title>
			<description>Nothing truer than writing at the time of intense emotion. This was in the middle of a horrendous breakup and I'm glad I captured it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dtoddwriter/287652/</link>
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			<title>The 36th Hour</title>
			<description>this is not just about childbirth, it's more about reaching the point in your life when you don't know how you'll go on....</description>
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			<title>She Skates  2/23/08</title>
			<description>She skates melancholy ribbonsOn to the ice, cutting itAnd knows the depth of sadnessFor a love who came too late &amp;ndash;For jumps that crashedand quiet that came uninvitedFriends she didn&amp;rsquo;t seeFrom her doorstep in 1973,At the road&amp;rsquo;s endA gravel lane led offInto wonder..</description>
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			<title>Like You  (5-26-95)</title>
			<description>My art flowed over tongue and brush and pen,Annointing me with purple dew,And I danced where all other walked.I never was like you, like you.&amp;nbsp;Your life was a respectable placeWhere parents kiss and love was freeAnd horrors, you never knew,You never were like me, like me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dtoddwriter/213122/</link>
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			<title>Old Boys and Young Men  (9-25-88)</title>
			<description>I wrote this nearly twenty years ago and hopefully my narrow vision of men has changed. Or not.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dtoddwriter/213120/</link>
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			<title>A Crumbling Cemetery (1-7-89)</title>
			<description>Dress me in red and black,Play the cards from a curious stack,Three black bird Wait patiently for your wordsTo surrender home.The darkness fallsLike the crack of a whipWhere a body rolls outOf a burned out ship.Night train, carry meTo a small town and bury meWith my lovers and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dtoddwriter/213114/</link>
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			<title>Pinch Me  (2-12-08)</title>
			<description>There are nods toward many influences. See if you can find them.</description>
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