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			<title>food</title>
			<description>splendid lines of grass wreathing.notes of music dancing in a space.ocean snow dancing with the tide under water.beauty they are, people mingling.one talking to another, another back to another....</description>
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			<title>alone</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I see so many beautiful creatures I dare not engageFor my heart is empty with nothing to giveMy love now is my painSweet lady painWhen we make love there is passionStrong enough to reach the highest ridgeShe adorns me with her subtlyTouching me with memories that hurt..</description>
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