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			<title>Maybe I should become like Charles Bukowski</title>
			<description>Maybe I should become like Charles Bukowski. I would write self satisifed poetry, like a drunk who knows better how to put one word after the other than how to put one foot infront of the other. I would built degenerate sandcastles and be happy with where I waseven in the mudin the puddl..</description>
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			<title>The Crossroads</title>
			<description>&amp;rdquo;There are crossroads...&amp;rdquo; He lingered unsure if the girl was listening. What was her name again? He hated not being listened to but it was a part of getting old he supposed. The young have no respect for age and the older he got the more he realized that. &amp;ldquo;What about these crossr..</description>
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			<title>Weeds in the Garden</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Weeds in the GardenThe devil's daughter&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Do we have a deal, little girl?&amp;rdquo; he asked her with a smirk on his face. She looked at the stranger wide eyed and weary, nodding her head frantically. She wasn't quite sure what she was saying yes to but she just wanted out of t..</description>
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