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		<description>The original writings of author Lloyd</description>
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			<title>Iced Tea</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I have this dream once in awhile. Maybe it&amp;rsquo;s a notion.&amp;nbsp;There have been times when the dream was brought on by a discussion or argument that I&amp;rsquo;ve had with someone about religion. I get so self righteous that I should be religious&amp;nbsp;myself.&amp;nbsp; Thumping' on the Good Book ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/275603/</link>
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			<title>Die Awhile</title>
			<description>I think I was thinking about living a lie.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/275149/</link>
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			<title>Tony Fries</title>
			<description>Another true story, just a bad memory from youth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/268379/</link>
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			<title>Duane's Song</title>
			<description>This is a short Story about my brother I lost several years ago to the AIDS epidemic.  I lost a brother, the world lost a great and gentle man. He felt like the luckiest man on earth because he had known an grown true Love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/258443/</link>
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			<title>Apology in Haiku</title>
			<description>I'm still just playing with the Haiku ideas</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/249162/</link>
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			<title>Rainin' Love</title>
			<description>This is just an interpretation of an afternoon well spent.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/249154/</link>
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			<title>Nobody Can</title>
			<description>Real Story about a fight we had way back, about 1988</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/249151/</link>
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			<title>Coffe in Haiku</title>
			<description>Haiku's are fun to play around with.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/249148/</link>
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			<title>Artie</title>
			<description>An idea that I had back when I was incarcerated, it was a good story for telling, out loud. Let's see how it reads.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/249139/</link>
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			<title>Cyber Fear</title>
			<description>Again, very often I'll write an entire piece because of one line I thought of.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/248634/</link>
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			<title>Killing Soul</title>
			<description>I started this to make fun of some other writing that I was reading at the time and to simply use what turned out to be the final line.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/248622/</link>
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			<title>Haiku Houseboy</title>
			<description>A couple of years ago, I hired a young man to take care of a friend of mine who is quite ill.  I guess I should have inquired a bit more as to lifestyle, since it was a live-in position</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/248621/</link>
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			<title>Imaginary Friends</title>
			<description>I'm trying to write a crime novel.  I wanted to create a very dark character in the first person.  I want the reader to know the character, to get to love and understand his motivation.  Perhaps, to identify with, as well as pull for him, despite his evil</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/248611/</link>
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			<title>The Influence</title>
			<description>This is a true story.  I've tried very hard to stay absolutely real with it.  Every quote is a fact, remembered. I spent several years in prison as a result of the events told here.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/248165/</link>
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			<title>Tears in the Wind</title>
			<description>I went away to prison for the third or fourth time in the late 1980's.  I had a girl in my life that had been my only love since High School.  I was devastated that she would leave me.  This was my response, or one of them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/248138/</link>
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			<title>Suicide Reasoning</title>
			<description>I originally wrote this poem when I was seventeen and a runaway juvenile delinquent.  I have revised it many times over the years. I've written music for it a couple times.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/248126/</link>
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			<title>Wheelchair window</title>
			<description>I was thinking one day about how awesome life is to watch from my window.  I see all kinds of things that are perhaps, unexpected.  Then I thought, what if the window was my only view........</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/248123/</link>
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			<title>Shirley Jean</title>
			<description>This is a poem about someone I knew very well.  She died very young, at 34.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brachs/248060/</link>
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