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			<title>Werewolf of London</title>
			<description>&amp;#2013266067;Werewolf of London,&amp;#2013266068; a Universal horror film from 1935, in the form of poetry.</description>
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			<title>Shittin&amp;#2013266066; Carrots</title>
			<description>I sat down on the hard, hot wooden bench. Waiting for the bus. There was a drunken man on the bench. A bottle of hard liquor in a brown paper bag. He put his arm around me. &amp;nbsp;You ever hear about life and whatnot? Lis-listen here&amp;hellip;now you listen here&amp;hellip;life is. Burp. Excuse me. Lif..</description>
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