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		<description>The original writings of author Barbara</description>
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			<title>Mabel</title>
			<description>another short, short story...very rough</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/btowns3/253843/</link>
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			<title>How to Hold Your Breath</title>
			<description>a short, short story.  Needs some filling in.  All suggestions appreciated.</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;Three o&amp;rsquo;clock in the morning and Anne was awake.&amp;nbsp; Her eyes soon adjusted, and all she needed was the sliver of moonlight to find her way to the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; She peeled off her nightgown and stood in the mirror.&amp;nbsp; She looked old, older than she felt.&amp;nbsp; It was funny how t..</description>
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			<title>Talk</title>
			<description>Could you tell me something?Something realOr made up;I'm easy to please.Let me just close my eyesAnd fall asleep to your voice.I'll listen, for awhile.&amp;nbsp;I love to hear you speak.Let me in on your secrets.Tell me of the times when you were younger.When you hid behind the stu..</description>
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			<title>I've given up on trying to find a place in my life for you</title>
			<description>I tried to put you in my coffee shopIn that iron chair across from mineAnd for a while you fit nicelyOn my bookshelf between Marquez and Neruda.&amp;nbsp;But you got bored, so, at your request,I mounted you on my wall with my speakersAnd you filled my house with your staticGuitar and hum..</description>
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			<title>Child</title>
			<description>A starch lavender dress posesLike a rare rose in a forest green field,And she its yellow centerPlays a game with an imaginary friendUnder a velour skyPierced by a pyrite sun.And we watch her through a kitchen windowLike we watch the porcelain ballerina in her glittering globe,In awe ..</description>
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			<title>Where the Gnomes Live</title>
			<description>an attempt at iambic blank verse</description>
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			<title>A Fisher Girl, 1914</title>
			<description>a poem inspired by a photo taken in 1914 by Nancy Ford Cones</description>
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