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			<title>Espadrilles</title>
			<description>second draft</description>
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			<title>Portrait of Anna Akhmatova after Natay Altman</title>
			<description>She is folded into the paint,Concertinaed across the canvas,Dividing the solid hardwood floorFrom the artist&amp;rsquo;s fancy &amp;ndash; a garden Of crystalline excrescences&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Liliocerous lilii</title>
			<description>Unmistakable.  A bead of bloodThat has collected and runLike dew along the pinstripedLeaves and rolled up against the heavy  Flower bud drowsing in the heat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Atlas comes clean</title>
			<description>apologies to william carlos williams</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mygipsydays/270758/</link>
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			<title>haiku</title>
			<description>Newborn Spring -pink fisted azalea budssalute the bumblebee.</description>
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			<title>11 February 1990</title>
			<description>(Today, Nelson Mandela was released from prison and today was my last day of initiation into high school.)'I have fought against white domination and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony ..</description>
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			<title>Portrait of George Dyer Talking after Francis Bacon</title>
			<description>He is perched on a stool, centre stage,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The carpet, textured like a fuchsia tongue rasps atThe contortion of flesh wrenched by your brush.I can make out the bubblegum bulges of chest, a knee, an eye,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mygipsydays/270746/</link>
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			<title>Espadrilles</title>
			<description>Formed like the fishing nets of peasants From villages as remote as your life was to me,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They carried you from your bedroom, down the hallAnd folded you into the La-Z Boy of old age.My memory does..</description>
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