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			<title>Smoking Satire</title>
			<description>For a class I had to make a satire. I did it on smoking. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianna_Ray/1187188/</link>
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			<title>The Soldiers in Vietnam</title>
			<description>I watched a documentary talking about the Vietnam War. In it, it said that many of the soldiers had at first never heard of Vietnam when shipped off. Gave me the idea for this poem. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianna_Ray/1187186/</link>
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			<title>What the Soldiers Carried</title>
			<description>About the Vietnam War. Made after I read &quot;The Things They Carried&quot; by Tim O'Brien</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianna_Ray/1187180/</link>
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			<title>Learning to Love</title>
			<description>Poem about a girl falling in love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianna_Ray/1172164/</link>
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			<title>She Didn't Mean To, But Oh She Did</title>
			<description>This poem is something I wrote during a hard period in my life when I was younger.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianna_Ray/1172158/</link>
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			<title>Not That Day</title>
			<description>For English we had to write about one of the loudest emotional noises we have ever heard. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianna_Ray/1145216/</link>
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			<title>Attack of the Skunk Dragon (A The Canterbury Tales remix)</title>
			<description>In my English class we had read to the story &quot;The Canterbury Tales&quot;. We then had to write a kind of remix to the story. Here was mine. I hope you like it, I received a 93 on it.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianna_Ray/1106462/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>	&quot;Rose my love, I cannot wait until you are my wife!&quot; Jacob said, holding Rose small hands in his own.	&quot;Oh Jake, neither can I,&quot; Rose said happily. The two lean in for a loving kiss, his blue eyes look at Rose, drinking in her presence...	&quot;Rose dear, time to get up,&quot; a sudden voice called out, shatt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianna_Ray/1057018/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	I was just going through the attic because I was bored when I found them. I had found a box collecting a box, that was labeled Rose. I casually opened the box expecting to see baby pictures, maybe some chewed up rattles and dolls. Instead I found some journals. I picked up the one on the top. Insid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianna_Ray/1056608/</link>
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			<title>Roses Have Thorns</title>
			<description>A fictional story about a girl seeking revenge against a demon that has fallen in love with her husband.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianna_Ray/1056599/</link>
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