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			<title>Sit Still</title>
			<description>All you have to do is remember...</description>
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			<title>Southern Smiles</title>
			<description>We really DO love the tourists...</description>
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			<title>The Appraisal</title>
			<description>Just a moment when you aren't quite sure....</description>
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			<title>Lost And Found</title>
			<description>A journey</description>
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			<title>Sally</title>
			<description>This was written for my surrogate grandmother/friend</description>
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			<title>The Morning People</title>
			<description>Chai tea latte,hot,extra sweet...She takes my order,a pretty girlwith twistedgold and brown hairtied in a bow no one wears bowsanymore.&amp;nbsp; Too bad.I leave her a tip,she smiles.I look aroundat the Morning People -suits siftingthroughnewspapers,soccer mom..</description>
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			<title>A Place All Her Own</title>
			<description>we know where this is...</description>
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			<title>Artist and the Mermaid -</title>
			<description>Love can be timeless and magical....</description>
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			<title>Have A Nice Day!</title>
			<description>I hate grocery shopping...</description>
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			<title>Woman</title>
			<description>If you want to know who a woman is...</description>
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			<title>Scattered</title>
			<description>writer's block...blah</description>
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			<title>The Art of Creation</title>
			<description>When we make love we are creating our own Nirvana</description>
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			<title>Moon Junkie</title>
			<description>The Grand Daddy of Lovers...</description>
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			<title>Hello</title>
			<description>I smoke too muchdrink too damn little,sleepeven less,and I never knowwhere I willend upwhen I get upin the morning.I look at myselfin the mirrorwhenI know I look good,smilewhen I fake it,crywhen I am mad,and I only recognizemyselfwhen I write...</description>
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