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		<description>The original writings of author Dug</description>
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			<title>Just one more</title>
			<description>Old habits are hard to break</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/380862/</link>
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			<title>Free Me</title>
			<description>These are the thoughts that run through my head when I worry about keeping my job.
I'm guessing that other people might be able to relate.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/363698/</link>
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			<title>Centralia, PA</title>
			<description>Centralia is the site of a mine fire that's been burning underground since the 60s.
It's almost completely uninhabited now, and the smoke coming from underground almost makes like look like the town is crying.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/351379/</link>
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			<title>Green Tree Hill</title>
			<description>green tree hill is a section of the parkway in pittsburgh.
if you go there during rush hour, bring book and something to eat with you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/329650/</link>
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			<title>Perfect Imperfection</title>
			<description>When I meet someone, and it seems like they've got it all together, there's no way that I can relate to them. It usually turns out that they're faking it anyway.

It's people that don't try to hide their flaws that mean something to me because I can tel</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/320849/</link>
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			<title>The Life We Had</title>
			<description>A childhood that I didn't need any help in screwing up</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/314390/</link>
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			<title>Foot in Mouth</title>
			<description>Sometimes my verbal filter doesn't work</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/286804/</link>
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			<title>I need you too</title>
			<description>you're a breath of fresh airin this cruel and callous worldyou're a cup of coffeewhen i'm feeling coldyou're the real thingin a museum full of forgeriesyou're a deep sleepwhen i'm troubled by bad dreams-you can have my shoulderif that's what you needor just a smileand..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/285436/</link>
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			<title>Reminders</title>
			<description>Sometimes I forget that I'm a loser. Thanks for reminding me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/281196/</link>
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			<title>For one thing</title>
			<description>More lyrics. Mostly about me not quite measuring up to my dad.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/280317/</link>
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			<title>More than my attention</title>
			<description>Writing romantic stuff rather than dark and brooding. I know. It scares me too. Anyway, I just finished this one this weekend. It's another song. I'm still fighting with it deciding what I do and don't like. Let me know what you think.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/279539/</link>
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			<title>Scars</title>
			<description>Found this one on my hard drive. It was from a particularly low point in my life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/279180/</link>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>Another song</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/276952/</link>
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			<title>I don't belong here.</title>
			<description>Do a drunk a favor, sometimes he'll repay you.
Strange things can happen in a convenience store.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/275482/</link>
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			<title>I can fly and no one can stop me</title>
			<description>Haven't decided what I think about this one yet.
I was trying to give it a cross between a longing and morbid feeling.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/274515/</link>
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			<title>Everything about you is perfect</title>
			<description>In case you didn't already know</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/274375/</link>
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			<title>Dimmer</title>
			<description>Another Song</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/djohnson001/273932/</link>
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			<title>Ashes</title>
			<description>Song I wrote.</description>
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