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			<title>I'm Tired and Suprised with Myself (Five new poems)</title>
			<description>Eh. It's a start.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayolamarker/383286/</link>
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			<title>The Dream</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The DreamFireworks explode above the hills,Filled with trenches and men.Slowly music drifts over the ridge&amp;hellip;Soft and sweet men smell home.&amp;nbsp;The organs blast and bass drum bang.The music is getting louder and louder.Louder.Louder.Suddenly it explodes over the rid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayolamarker/317561/</link>
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			<title>Random Poems</title>
			<description>Most are free verse. Check 'em out. Tell me what you think about them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayolamarker/277803/</link>
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			<title>A Quest</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Prologue&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; His name is Maxillius Morticus, the first son of Mortian Morticus the Brave, and the great grand son of the only knight of the old round table neve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayolamarker/269540/</link>
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			<title>My Little White Lighter.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;So did you hate me?&amp;rdquo; She asked me as I lounged on my bed staring at the ceiling. &amp;ldquo;What do you mean?&amp;rdquo; I said seriously pondering where this conversation could possibly lead. &amp;ldquo;Well, growing up, I mean did you hate me while you were a child?&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;No..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayolamarker/239137/</link>
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			<title>The Mannequin</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The MannequinBy Mark Powell&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;IIn a quiet town, in a quiet store, there lived a plain white mannequin. Once a week a store employee would cha..</description>
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