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			<title>And I Fished</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;While they argued and pointed fingers I fished&amp;nbsp;While they called each other names I fished&amp;nbsp;While they added lousy descriptions hey, I fished&amp;nbsp;Damn that catfish was good. &amp;nbsp;The president said the sky was fallingvote for this and it will stop falling..</description>
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			<title>Feed Me, Woman!</title>
			<description>Feed Me, Woman!Speak to me, womanthy words are as a mealI gourge on. Words whose flavor are akinto honey dripping from a muffin.As I bite into its lavish fiberdrips well at the corner of my mouthtongue strugglesin an effort to slurpeven that morsel. Nary a letter might go t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelCano/307006/</link>
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			<title>R &amp;amp; B Slow Dance</title>
			<description>Just as the band left for a breakthe DJ played R &amp;amp; B to be kind.Bobby Womach in the backgroundfamiliar words dangling in mind.A trip to the bar raised eyebrowsthe lady smiled from ear to ear.Spinning in her seat like a prizeanticipating my getting near.Those wet lips looked t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelCano/290804/</link>
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			<title>Bitter Taste</title>
			<description>I often feel like I don't belongthis world has gotten off base.Like a child being bumped in a crowdcan't seem to find my place. Twirling round within a stormwondering if it will ever stop.Conservatives, liberals, independentsall vying to reach the top.They toss labels at me lik..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelCano/283219/</link>
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			<title>Poets Speak Of Love</title>
			<description>We speak of magic momentsof love and deep devotionand always there's a battleto reach the limits of emotion.The reader just has to feel every pulse of our painas we tell the lovers liewe'll not go this way again.We speak of rainbow colorsas we beam our rays of loveand to show h..</description>
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			<title>Will You Recognize Me</title>
			<description>Our spirits have shared a branch massaged each other to admitting that souls do meet in the air of proseif we allow a total submitting.I have no doubt the treasure found it rose through clouds of infinityBut, when our bodies emerge for realI wonder will you recognize me.Will you ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelCano/279777/</link>
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			<title>Inspired By Liz on a Saturday Morn</title>
			<description>Oh, but to take a day and just walk and talkshare senses we see hovering over the treesStroll just about anyplace in the parkwhile spirits hang luxuriously with ease. To read and or speak when feelings move reconstruct yesterday's visitations with thosewho, like a piece of cloth picked..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelCano/276332/</link>
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			<title>My Give A Damn Is Gone</title>
			<description>She tried so hard to change what the world knew to be wrongbut when she turned to me my give a damn had already gone.Years ago I did really careshe had no feelings of remorse.Most of what I now remember she had a very lying voice. She mistreated everyone took for granted loving..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DelCano/276331/</link>
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			<title>Taking Time To Sip A brew</title>
			<description>Life came to a brief halt taking time to sip a brewClosing out the rest of the worldto spend a little time with you. Seems like ages had passedwhen it had only been a few weeksbut the preciousness you bringadds more color to my cheeks.For some reason a tune gets played as well ..</description>
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