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		<title>Jo Anna Bella | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Jo Anna Bella</description>
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			<title>DESIRE - THE BATTLECRY</title>
			<description>FOLLOWING YOU AROUND, SNIFFING YOU OUT LIKE HUNTED PREY,YOUR WANTON SEX AND FEROCIOUS PANTINGS MAKES ME CRAVEYOU&amp;nbsp;LIKE&amp;nbsp; MIGHTY ZEUS PINED FOR PROMETHEUS&amp;rsquo; NOVICE CREATIONSLIKEHITLER HUNGERED TO SUCK THE VEINS OF EACH NATIONLIKE COMMANDER IN CHIEF BILL HELD IN HIS VEXA..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/307783/</link>
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			<title>One Silly August Poem</title>
			<description>&amp;lsquo;You&amp;rsquo;re asserting that it was DC, in August?&amp;rsquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Yes, your honor, I am.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; In the day, the sun was smiling and at night it was handsome pin-striped Jim Vance.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lsquo;So, you&amp;rsquo;re telling this court, that it was pleasant, in DC, August 2008..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/307433/</link>
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			<title>Power Play: Pause</title>
			<description>Blinking:&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Turn me on&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So you turned me on.Inserted or downloaded,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You then hit play.&amp;lsquo;That&amp;rsquo;s feels good&amp;rsquo;,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/307411/</link>
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			<title>Uninspired Seed</title>
			<description>Proteus, splashing by -A washed in whirlpools of insatiable curiosity,his wagging tongue creating odysseys of kings reclaiming legacies.&amp;nbsp;Prometheus,silly titan 'jone-ing' on Zeus.Goofing up - granting man fire;to dine on more than nuts and fruit.&amp;nbsp;Pandora, prancing by,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/307347/</link>
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			<title>CATASTROPHE</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Could there be&amp;hellip;are there any survivors?Must target the roving bands of liars, thieves, loiterers.What phenomenon garnered such abject devastation?What ungodly creature dismembered God&amp;rsquo;s own creation?&amp;nbsp;Ravenous rivers raging, onerous oceans oscillating,malicious m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/272796/</link>
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			<title>Ho Hum</title>
			<description>Old ho hums,reminiscing of the daysher guitar played their drums, of how salty her dress mistedfrom the roving sailors come.And it was not done,they would smoke, eat till stuffed,talk crazy stuff, drink heavily, act up and frolic some mo,all bless-ed night long.Still those days a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/270776/</link>
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			<title>Why do I even bother? Bother, BOTHER, Bother, bother, bother?</title>
			<description>Why do I even try?WHY?Is it just to fill my lifewith something, ANYTHING before I die?&amp;nbsp;Why do I try to love you?Why do I do all these loving thingshoping to reach the very core of you?It is somehow to atone for my confounding sins?&amp;nbsp;Sins I commit again and againIn my m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/270766/</link>
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			<title>Act: YES</title>
			<description>How is it that I feel this way?&amp;nbsp;I thought we&amp;rsquo;d just meet on the Aegean bay&amp;nbsp;for the sake of it,departing with the usual dismay.But the fates decided to halt that routineand now I&amp;rsquo;m sure that I&amp;rsquo;m in love,in this role of life; Act YES: the first scene.It thri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/270763/</link>
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			<title>Free Speech, Huh?</title>
			<description>7 word</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/270762/</link>
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			<title>Inboxed</title>
			<description>Inbox... Full of rejection notes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/265138/</link>
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			<title>Calypso&amp;#2013266066;s LONGING</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;L&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Longing to capture you.&amp;nbsp; Inside Me.&amp;nbsp; Pouring your manhood into my eternity.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oceans of turbulent emotions swelling up upon my shores.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;N&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/263933/</link>
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			<title>Aphrodite, Every Man&amp;#2013266066;s Dream</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aphrodite, every man&amp;rsquo;s dream carried by the seasonsin our collective consciousness.&amp;nbsp; Love&amp;rsquo;s pure embodiment-spirit, beauty and sexual generation.&amp;nbsp; Venus!&amp;nbsp;She, who sprang, forthout of the foam, swarming the sea.A full manifestation of memory and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/263931/</link>
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			<title>Ulysses, nestled in my lap.</title>
			<description>Odysseus, Ulysses (by Calypso)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/263929/</link>
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			<title>For the SEX of it.</title>
			<description>For the SEX of it.&amp;nbsp;I want to push my hand upbeneath your white starched shirt,with red corporate tie hanging.To excite the warmth of your skin,as my mind wobbles in sin,to climb to the apex of your left n****e,to pull it, pinch it, and dream of licking it.Just for the sex of i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/263923/</link>
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			<title>Worldwide</title>
			<description>I stretch my love wide,You descend upon my thighs.The earth shakes, I sigh.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/263922/</link>
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			<title>Coming</title>
			<description>COMING&amp;nbsp;The thought of comingto your relaxed center, I play with myself, here.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/263909/</link>
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			<title>CATASTROPHE</title>
			<description>Could there be&amp;hellip;are there any survivors?Must target the roving bands of liars, thieves, loiterers.What phenomenon garnered such abject devastation?What ungodly creature dismembered God&amp;rsquo;s own creation?&amp;nbsp;Ravenous rivers raging, onerous oceans oscillating,malicious mountains..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbella/263905/</link>
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