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			<title>The City I Love</title>
			<description>Walking the grey cement Stepping over cracks and forgotten pennies, But stepping on the piece of gum Blacken with the grim of the street. Stopping for a moment to watch the people Scurrying like animals, To and fro; coming and going This pattern creates a rhythm, This rhythm becomes ..</description>
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			<title>War Stories</title>
			<description>Written as an assignment for my Canadian Short Story Class. It's my first attempt at something like this. Enjoy!</description>
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