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		<description>The original writings of author Donna G. Cooper</description>
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			<title>Turmoil</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote in high school about a guy I had a crush on.  It hasn't been edited so I apologize for it's roughness.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/404153/</link>
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			<title>Souls of My Feet</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My heart beats in the souls of my feetRunning ragged over jagged rocks,Waiting for the scene to changeAnd the clock to stop ticking away my age and youth&amp;nbsp;The rocks below slice through my soulLetting me know that my clock&amp;rsquo;s tick tockDoes not stop but once andThat is t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/399211/</link>
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			<title>Letters to No One</title>
			<description>A poetic letter...if you will.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/399208/</link>
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			<title>Tick Tock Goes the Clock</title>
			<description>What would you do if death was knocking at your door asking you to choose which family member would die with you?  Maybe you're choice wouldn't be that different from Mary's?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/326159/</link>
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			<title>I Hate My Job</title>
			<description>A short poem describing a few of the things I hated about my former job. ;-)  I wrote this the day I was laid off, not knowing--of course--that I was going to be laid off at the end of the day. Ironic, huh?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/260727/</link>
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			<title>Why Do You Lie</title>
			<description>A poem inspired by actual events.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/259672/</link>
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			<title>Young Hearts</title>
			<description>I wrote this more than 10 years ago. I'm publishing old stuff to wake up my muse. He's been sleeping on the job, lately.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/259235/</link>
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			<title>The Contract (Pt 3)</title>
			<description>The answer to freelance dating.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/259086/</link>
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			<title>The Contract (Pt 2)</title>
			<description>The answer to freelance writing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/259084/</link>
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			<title>The Contract (Pt I)</title>
			<description>The answer to freelance dating</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/259082/</link>
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			<title>In or Out?</title>
			<description>Ever wonder why they put concrete walls and iron gates around cemeteries?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/259074/</link>
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			<title>The Wind Has Gone</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote when I was in elementary school.  It just kinda always stuck with me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/259005/</link>
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			<title>Promise Me</title>
			<description>Jessica is in her senior year of High School and must begin making decisions that will affect the rest of her life. No decision, whether it be about who to date or which college to attend, is made with out some consequence.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna62982/258614/</link>
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