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			<title>hwrtejetjy</title>
			<description>qer4ytwqrrht</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/819651/</link>
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			<title>Fight No More Forever</title>
			<description>This one is for my wife.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/816702/</link>
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			<title>Baby Boy</title>
			<description>My son turned one today. I wasn't there.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/719598/</link>
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			<title>some guys </title>
			<description>Some guys.by Chad Allbrett on Thursday, April 7, 2011 at 6:06pmBob Dylan met Beck at the bar, I don&amp;rsquo;t know how it happened because it was back in 66&amp;rsquo;&amp;nbsp; before the motorcycle accident, and Beck wasn&amp;rsquo;t born yet, but anyway, here&amp;rsquo;s how it all went down.&amp;nbsp;Dylan: Hey..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/706401/</link>
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			<title>The Marriage of Metaphor and Clich&amp;eacute; </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;She started to say, don&amp;rsquo;t go out the Emily Dickinson way,just sitting there in your room all day, but she thought better of it and wenton her way, leaves, he said are just like disease, that is they fall on mysummer in fall, just as I take for granted summers leaves, rot th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/705728/</link>
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			<title>All we have is right here now?</title>
			<description> Its just a free write kind of thing. I'm not trying to fit into any meter ether, its free, so I did not choose to be bound by any thing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/705639/</link>
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			<title>Like a child, a sick, murderous, unsatisfied child. </title>
			<description>I hate this, its just something to get out like any bile.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/705523/</link>
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			<title>London, with nothing to say this mourning.</title>
			<description>The layer earth beneath my shoes, deep with the memory of other essences.Concrete covered with black earth down there far enough,perhaps if yougo past the cables and sewers and other lines of modern city lifeyou'll find plague victims, skeletal remains of English ancestors.Perhaps you'll f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/222817/</link>
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			<title>Road warriors lonesome lament</title>
			<description>This is about what it says, places I've been in the soul lately.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/220876/</link>
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			<title>Cheep Day Return.</title>
			<description>Just a descriptive bit about a place I would have loved 
to been. London when I lived there in 97' was fun and lovely, but 67', my, my I missed it!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/220824/</link>
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			<title>I Need Reprogrammed!</title>
			<description>I'm not paranoid, just getting out a few things.
(Break out the lobotomy snips!)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/220337/</link>
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			<title>Rap # 4</title>
			<description>Political and social Ideas.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/220298/</link>
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			<title>Take A Stand (a prologue.)</title>
			<description>-Do somethin' even if it is wrong!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/220044/</link>
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			<title>Snohomish County 1916</title>
			<description>this is my first play, (can't ya' tell?)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/218686/</link>
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			<title>California Is A Hard One For Me To Do, I Think I Can Only Deal With It From Sunny New Mexico.</title>
			<description>I have a fondness for the Golden State, but I find I have to look for it!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/217876/</link>
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			<title>The Lost Counry Of Being Five</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I was there once you know, childhood,&amp;nbsp;it was a land of letter-books,it smelled like crayons, tuna-fish, and finger-paints,it seems like an exotic country I visited long agoIf I think hard enough I can still remember a few words of the language.Sometimes I still get annoyed..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/217780/</link>
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			<title>Southern Northern:</title>
			<description>Without understanding, humans are:Except though intuition.Each to our own worldThere is no fellowshipBetween the opposite directions.Worker&amp;rsquo;s northward steel with coldice under hot breath upward to grey skyHow can they relate to those who don&amp;rsquo;t need cloths and live ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215451/</link>
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			<title>About a Hike</title>
			<description>Not a thing between we and the sky, blue sky stopping next at space, stars hidden in atmosphere, the next stop being the sun itself. We are stopping only because the mountain does. There is no higher in sight, stones to the left and sky to the right.&amp;nbsp;The nature of love is a passionate sto..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215397/</link>
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			<title>Tall Logepole Pines In September</title>
			<description>Somewhere in the logepole jungles of the Northern Rocky's, Elk hunting</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215390/</link>
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			<title>Benjamin</title>
			<description>This is about my little boy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215385/</link>
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			<title>The Land Of Whiskey Paradise, Where Love Was</title>
			<description>I wrote this about my old girlfriend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215381/</link>
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			<title>Earnin' Black Coffee And Dawn's Sun</title>
			<description>This is about a job I had in Cody Wyoming, wrangleing horses, you went to go get them at 400AM.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215378/</link>
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			<title>Butch Cassidy</title>
			<description>My favorit outlaw, a good Morman boy gone wrong.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215374/</link>
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			<title>So what then?</title>
			<description>-Have a little Christmas Cheer!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215371/</link>
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			<title>THE FIRST SHALL BE LAST, AND THE LAST SHALL BE FIRST</title>
			<description>Grabbing empathy like shoppers in a mall riot. 
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215368/</link>
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			<title>Horse's, Prayin'</title>
			<description>Kind of a Cheyenne rap thing. 
Dull Knife was a cheif of the Northern Cheyenne, and the Ghost Dance was this thing where the Indians used to dance and pray that the whole earth would roll up and take away the White Man and every thing that they had broug</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215365/</link>
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			<title>Fellin' sorry for one's self</title>
			<description>Kind of a soul -country-blues song</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215364/</link>
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			<title>Fallen, by a glass window</title>
			<description>                                                Fallen, by a glass window             &amp;nbsp;                        It's complicated. Birds fly elevated, and yet die in clear glass windows looking to fly though them. I am the same; I fly through thoughts that have no name. And I lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215360/</link>
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			<title>Geronimo smelled of Teswin, sweat, cactus juice, and the blood of antelope and Mexicans</title>
			<description>It&amp;#2013266066;s about car salesman and taxes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215359/</link>
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			<title>The Train Robbers Woman</title>
			<description>-A revist of an earlyer pome.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215355/</link>
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			<title>Big South Mountain</title>
			<description>This is about a place out in Owyhee County.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bearallbrett/215348/</link>
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			<title>Rap # 3</title>
			<description>-Kind of a flow in the Hip-Hop stile of the fact that I've been a lot of places and there doesn't seem to be much being said about things that need to be said. Perhaps that is just a criticism of mass media and television more than it is about people. But</description>
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