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			<title>child</title>
			<description>i talked to a young boy yesterdayhere is what he had to saymommy ran away after daddy smacked her aroundshe ran away after he knocked her to the ground&amp;nbsp;daddy drinks all night longand looks at naked ladies onlineand he said if i ever bothered himhe'd kill me&amp;nbsp;daddy runs o..</description>
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			<title>make me breakfast (the words i want to hear)</title>
			<description>when we finish for the nightand we rest our heads on our pillowssay the words i want to hear -&amp;nbsp;ugh, ugh. you are a greek god.&amp;nbsp;what would you like for breakfast in the morning?</description>
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			<title>let's go home</title>
			<description>let your hair downput on your sunshine clothespick up the keys and lock the doorlet's go home&amp;nbsp;get in the carturn on the radioroll down the window and let the wind take youlet's go home&amp;nbsp;never mind the argumentsnever mind the tears on your pillowlet us start one more ..</description>
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			<title>funky dingo</title>
			<description>a nonsense experiment. i think there's supposed to be some hidden meaning...</description>
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			<title>my try at erotica</title>
			<description>poking fun at erotica.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/broodingpoet/228388/</link>
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			<title>my broken heart</title>
			<description>last night when i went to bedi had a broken soulmy girl crawled inside and whispered in my earand my soul was whole again&amp;nbsp;whenever i hear her voicei can't help but get down on my kneeswhenever i see her smilei want to beg pretty please&amp;nbsp;she held my hand and touched my he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/broodingpoet/228385/</link>
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			<title>her blue eyes</title>
			<description>her blue eyesmake me want to cryher blue eyesmake my shy&amp;nbsp;when i first saw herthings became clearwhen i first saw her big blue eyesi knew i wanted her near&amp;nbsp;her blue eyesfill my heart with joybut in her blue eyesi'm nothing but a boy&amp;nbsp;her blue eyesmake me ..</description>
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