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		<description>The original writings of author PenChant</description>
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			<title>A part of Meemoormee</title>
			<description>Where is the tree that burns so bright?Left for the nightMens hearts alightWhy can't I see the fragment leavesMy tree concievesAnd left in reeves.&amp;quot;In concrete hallsYour red tree falls.&amp;quot;The papers say,&amp;quot;You will all pay.&amp;quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/329527/</link>
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			<title>birthways</title>
			<description>The sun is reering, the city's whitescape can't escape. the bath boils and the baby falls. the red wake is upon us, we cant deny god.&amp;nbsp;the evening had withered to a slanting sunrise of blank expectations. streams rose&amp;nbsp;to the pull, and began to walk backward. The golden-silver sky became..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/323220/</link>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>This is it. Haven't got much time, but i promise to check soon. Idea for a story, its first roots right here. Clothes drying on a tree and boulder. Finnegans Wake.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/312868/</link>
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			<title>Untitled #53</title>
			<description>This is in free verse, and i have never done free verse before because none of my writting could even qualify for it. It is called free verse because it is supposed to be like actual speech.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/285338/</link>
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			<title>Elephant's Post</title>
			<description>Whenever I try to write about catholic characters, it always seems like I hate them. I am an atheist born into a catholic family, and I've tried to distance myself from the religion without losing my knowledge of it, but I'm not against it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/285332/</link>
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			<title>The Day-Dreamer ( formerly Untitled #17)</title>
			<description>I can't remember when or where I wrote this. Why did I even write this? (by the way, I'm more on the 5'10&amp;quot; side.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/281260/</link>
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			<title>The Past (formerly &amp;quot;Untitled #57&amp;quot;)</title>
			<description>The shadow of (title) always comes back to bite me. Each time, i get a little more used to it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/281254/</link>
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			<title>Sinful PleAsure</title>
			<description>Iambic trimeter + 2 tercets + 3 two-lined rhymes = what do you get? This was fun to write!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/281246/</link>
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			<title>The wanderer</title>
			<description>I've become obsessed with Shakespeare's writting. It used to be that i couldn't stand it, but now i see how great he is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/277718/</link>
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			<title>Coastal Refuge</title>
			<description>Ok, so I wrote this when i was thinking about a girl, and it is summer. I get easily distracted that way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/277710/</link>
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			<title>Somnium interlerga Lux</title>
			<description>i remember i was walking down the street on a cold midmorning and i saw the clouds of sweet showers upon me. i noticed that there was nobody, absolutely nobody on the same street, and i began to rhyme. the number of syllables in each line reminded me of a</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/277706/</link>
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			<title>The Hall</title>
			<description>Well, im not THAT short, i'm about 5'9&amp;quot; give or take. Anyway, i dreamt a dream that seemed too sublime to be mine. When i awoke, i thought i would croak, so i wrote it all down and fell behind. This is what i managed to scribble down.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/277538/</link>
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			<title>the Leaves</title>
			<description>this is me, this is it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chunkylover/275406/</link>
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			<title>Scraped Knee</title>
			<description>My first of hopefully many.</description>
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