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			<title>When the past comes back</title>
			<description>Years have passed since my ex and I broke up. I haven't allowed myself to think on what could have been and I accepted her leaving because it was what she needed to do. Now she wants to talk...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/569033/</link>
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			<title>Some Days....</title>
			<description>A poem sent to me from a be-loved friend...I hope she doesn't mind, but I have to share this. Giving her credit for the smile now on my face...Luv you Georgie Girl!!! </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/484003/</link>
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			<title>We've met</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We've MetSix degrees of seperation....WhateverWe met the other day, in the simplest ofways. I was somewhere I should have been,and she was there to. We immedia..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/427116/</link>
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			<title>I Woke Up Crying</title>
			<description>&quot;Lost Love&quot;, I discovered what I already knew, we were lost, had been lost, and in a lost means something not found.  I've come across the one that made me feel, it was 18 years ago</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/385379/</link>
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			<title>Dawn's Answer</title>
			<description>She told me to wait for her...As the sun fell below the horizen, I lostsight of my joy, replaced by pain. My yearninggave way, to what?..what she did say?&quot;Before the sun rises, you will have my heart.Patiently wait for me...We will have our start&quot;As the mist, carressed the grass, and the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/372065/</link>
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			<title>Speak From Your Heart</title>
			<description>I was asked to Speak from my heart....So I let it bleed</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/371390/</link>
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			<title>Countdowns to Christmas...What?</title>
			<description>My son is loosing patience with the whole counting down to Christmas idea. It was supposed to be a good thing, to help him understand how to minus numbers, as well as giving him a way of knowing when to open the presents. Each day he becomes more and more</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/356994/</link>
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			<title>With Age Comes...</title>
			<description>I finally understand what : &quot;Youth is wasted on the young&quot; means....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/352050/</link>
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			<title>Not One Of You</title>
			<description>I don't plan on passing...I Just do</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/352047/</link>
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			<title>Lesbian Soccer Mom's</title>
			<description>It's what we do...In Their world</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/352044/</link>
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			<title>The Women We Meet</title>
			<description>Just a thought</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/352040/</link>
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			<title>Break Away</title>
			<description>About breaking away from the family you grew up with, to have a family of your own.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/282021/</link>
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			<title>Instinct</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote about the types of people we find ourselves hooking up with. You know the ones, that we know are bad for us, yet we try anyway.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/281065/</link>
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			<title>Yes</title>
			<description>Giving in to what we feel</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/271924/</link>
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			<title>But What About The Moon?</title>
			<description>From The Mind Of Ross: My 4 year old</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/268904/</link>
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			<title>She Said She'd Stay</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote, regarding a writer who was almost forced out by cruel and unnecessary judgments of careless people. I myself have received reviews that have been hurtful and offensive, we need to do better in support of each other. If you dislike</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/268599/</link>
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			<title>The Monster Living in My Room</title>
			<description>A few months ago my son discovered that he had a monster living in him room. And it was o.k.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/266011/</link>
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			<title>Love As A Moment</title>
			<description>Sometimes in the excitement of it all, we want more. Not realizing that, that moment was all there was.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/265200/</link>
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			<title>I Want 2 Color</title>
			<description>I read a poem today where an author apologized for being repetitive. She didn't have to, it's what made the poem work. I have a 4 year old, and I constantly repeat myself, it's what we do to make a point. I didn't realize that he did it also. This is just</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/264934/</link>
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			<title>Truth Be Told</title>
			<description>Why we do what we do...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/260709/</link>
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			<title>Take My Hand</title>
			<description>Feeling vs hearing the words....I LOVE YOU</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/260708/</link>
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			<title>A Queens Banquet</title>
			<description>Friendship and the realities of being attracted to the same Women</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/260706/</link>
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			<title>What Good Is A Secret?</title>
			<description>A woman understands in adulthood, the role the secret of their love played in her and her girlsfriends lives.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/257842/</link>
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			<title>Our Fresh Start</title>
			<description>How the Heart and Mind agrees to deal with pain</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/256307/</link>
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			<title>Bad Math...It All Adds Up To Something</title>
			<description>Thoughts on past relationships</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/254806/</link>
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			<title>The Longest Walk</title>
			<description>A long term relationship between two Women ends due to cheating. Both Women are willing to move on with each other, but neather is able to say the words. A mistake in their relationship, leads to an even bigger one in their life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/236934/</link>
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			<title>Not Of This World</title>
			<description>Introduction...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/232482/</link>
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			<title>The Witching Hour</title>
			<description>A Woman is willingly drawn into the darker side of the night. Initially introduced to it with a group of friends, they choose to walk away. She finds that she cannot.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/232470/</link>
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			<title>Ten Minutes</title>
			<description>Lesbian writer unwittingly ignores her very patient partner. The realization comes when she is instructed by her editor to write a story about a successful, Lesbian attorney. The premis being that successful business women find themselves alone, in workin</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YvetteShaw/229112/</link>
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