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			<title>A Means to an end </title>
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			<title>One more to go </title>
			<description>One more to go bartenderOne more to help me One more to help block the pain One more to remember her One more to remember her smile and her beauty One more bartender to help me forget one more for old times sake One more to keep numbing my hearts pain One more to help me stopOne more..</description>
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			<title>I Have Aspergers (Autism)</title>
			<description>Aspergers Is one of those things I may be considered Autistic, I may not be able to Do multiplication and Long Division But By God I can Explain Quantom Physics to you.</description>
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			<title>The Day We Were Told </title>
			<description>It is now twenty four hours after we found out. Alexander is now at work Preping it is ten in the morning his mind is not clear. Nichole and Matt are on there way back along with Frankie, Eric, and Brian. Eric, Brian, Frankie, and Thermos and Cydni are now at the coffee house They come into the ..</description>
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			<description>Now we must look at the empty faces, the emtpy places where you once played and hung outNow your parents must look at the empty bed, the empty room where you once laid your head upon the now empty pillow. Now we must look at that empty chair where you once always once sat, and now we look at the..</description>
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			<description>Walsh Would Come up from Columbus On the Eighth of April. He had no grand Scheme, No Agreement with higher authority. Nothing But a Vauge Longing for glory and a Generalized Wish For revenge against Alexander. &amp;nbsp;Walsh would be ordered to serve a life sentence for second degree murder. A peti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/460273/</link>
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			<title>I found out who you were DAD </title>
			<description>There are some things you wonder and then there are things that you wonder you should if you should know, and then there are things You should never know </description>
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			<title>there is no good titile </title>
			<description>I saw your picture yesterday and it made me wonder. made me want to write. so im writing and writning is someething that I&amp;nbsp;have not really done too much of in my kife latly, at times I have forgotten how soothing it is to write. I&amp;nbsp;think it is really interesting how you can hide things in v..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/458290/</link>
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			<title>As I stand at the alter of a murdered man on my left and his murder on the right Dying I will still fight for his cause </title>
			<description>Primum non nocere Translated first Do no Harm. First rule of medicane </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/454713/</link>
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			<title>Snow</title>
			<description>Since I have been A member I have written about the storms in the Mid East.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/370340/</link>
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			<title>The search for this Chapter Begins</title>
			<description>just give me one thing I can hold on to to believe in this living is just a hard way to go -John Prine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/365541/</link>
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			<title>A Prayer For the Dying and A Special Soul</title>
			<description>O most merciful Jesus,Lover of souls, I beseech Thee, by the agony of Thy most Sacred Heart, and by the sorrows of Thine Immaculate Mother, wash clean in the Thy Blood the sinners of the whole worldwho are to die this day. Remember most especially the soul I spiritually adopt wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/364423/</link>
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			<title>Justice</title>
			<description>There are those who have faith in blind justice that our society adn The jury of there peers will find the proper verdict, Then there are those that Even if we know that the person is Found innocent and we know that they are Guilty we seek blind Justice.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/358507/</link>
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			<description>&amp;ldquo;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you ar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/343589/</link>
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			<title>My Death</title>
			<description> just give me one thing I can hold on to to believe in this living is just a hard way to go -John Prine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/324255/</link>
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			<title>vale dicere (&quot;to say farewell&quot;), &quot;The ending of a chapter&quot;</title>
			<description>So, Another chapter has offically closed in my life and now a new one must open. These chapters are not written nor can they be predicted you just automatically know when they end. And when they end it at times can be hard but when chapters end, it is healthy and in xome cases has long been needed...</description>
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			<title>The Final curtain</title>
			<description>And now, the end is near;And so I face the final curtain.My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which I'm certain. Excerpt from Frank Sinatra Lyrics My Way</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/311302/</link>
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			<title>I Don't even know what to say anymore</title>
			<description>&amp;#2013266067;&amp;#2013266067;It&amp;#2013266066;s absolutely stupid that we live without an ozone layer. We have men, we&amp;#2013266066;ve got rockets, we&amp;#2013266066;ve got saran wrap &amp;#2013266070; FIX IT!!!&amp;#2013266068;&amp;#2013266068;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/276983/</link>
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			<title>When I Die</title>
			<description>just give me one thing
I can hold on to
to believe in this living
is just a hard way to go
-John Prine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/275262/</link>
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			<title>I shall Hurt No more Forever</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Tell General Howard I know his heart. What he told me before, I have it in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed; Looking Glass is dead, Too-hul-hul-sote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led on the young men is dead. It is cold,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/269614/</link>
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			<title>Sweet Dreams</title>
			<description>I I have&amp;nbsp; ever wanted was Somoene to hold my hand, and someone to give a piggy back ride to. Are you that person or am I blinded by the Silent truth. Or Do you in fact need and Want someone Like Myself. Somone To Protect you against Evil persons and someone To comfort you when somthing goes ary..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/269487/</link>
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			<title>If I Were President......</title>
			<description>I was Recently Asked If I was to wake up one day and Be President Who would I Elect to be my Cabinet. I then Asked My friend If there were any limitations, He&amp;nbsp;Replied they must be Qualified.&amp;nbsp; The Following Is a List of All the Cabinet Positions Compliments of Wikipedia.&amp;nbsp;Secretary ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/267736/</link>
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			<title>The Man That Leads Operation Chaos</title>
			<description>Feminism was established to allow unattractive women easier access to the mainstream-Rush Limbaugh</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/263253/</link>
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			<title>Cry Baby 23</title>
			<description>There is some magic in wealth, which can thus make persons pay their court to it, when it does not even benefit themselves. How strange it is, that a fool or knave, with riches, should be treated with more respect by the world, than a good man, or a wise</description>
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			<description>&amp;quot;Friends Countrymen Romans lend me your ears, I have not come here to Praise Cesar But to bury him.&amp;quot; Mark Anthony</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/258794/</link>
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			<title>Spam Turns Thirty Years old this Month</title>
			<description>Well Thirty years ago spam Was invented on this merry month of may. It was sent on Arpanet which is&amp;nbsp; the which was the govements neworiking system and today internet. The man that started it is Gary Thuerk he sent 393 emails and well started the Thing that we hate It was not called spam until F..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/258262/</link>
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			<title>And The Bracelet Reads.....</title>
			<description>(WO Dale Arron. Pearce USA 17 May 71 SVN OH) Warrant Officer Dale Arron. Pierce United states Army Died 17 of May 1971 South Vietnam Home state Ohio</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/255151/</link>
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			<title>We must Save our people</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well it seems that I am A male 20yrs of age with No Health problems. I am uninsured. My country relies on private medical Insurance companies other wise known as HMO. We have signed our own death warrant some say if you compare our health system to other major c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/250803/</link>
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			<title>At what cost</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It cost 1,000dollars a second, 500,000 Dollars a minute, 720 Million Dollars a day, 12 billion Dollars a month, And to date over 500 Billion dollars. It has cost 2,597 American Lives and 1,197,469 Iraqi Lives. The cost of this war alone monetarly could have rebuilt all the bridges..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/249215/</link>
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			<title>My Special comment</title>
			<description>This is my Special comment tonight on why I am here Why are you listening to me. Why bothere. Well I am about to tell you. Every one has asked me What do I think, What Do I think of the presidency&amp;nbsp; and its administration and do I think that our congress is doing A decent job? So here are my tho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/240611/</link>
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			<title>My promise for my online podcast</title>
			<description>My oath to the viewers and to the listners of the program that I am About to Air in the Next two months. Is this I solemly promise to Report on the news what ever it is Weather it be worldly or localy to report it as accuratly and un bias as possible. I give my oath never to slander or defimate any ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/240377/</link>
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			<title>The Chaotic 24</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Saint (n.) A dead sinner revised and edited.</description>
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			<title>The Bigot or the The Patriot</title>
			<description>big&amp;middot;ot 
a person who is utterly intolerant of any differing creed, belief, or opinion.
[Origin: 1590&amp;#2013266070;1600; &amp;lt; MF (OF: derogatory name applied by the French to the Normans), perh. &amp;lt; OE b&amp;amp;#299; God by God] 
a person who is utterly intoler</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/225368/</link>
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			<title>Rose Where Did you Go?</title>
			<description>Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.  I miss you like hell.  ~Edna St Vincent Millay</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/220836/</link>
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			<title>Itroduction</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cornelius R. Sanderbilt was the ripe age of 22 when Rose disapeared. He was A highly Decorated Police commander of the city of Canajoharie New york. He had many friends in very high places and some in very lowe places. He had only one true friend as he put it that was A fellow pol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/220813/</link>
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			<title>Dedication</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Real leaders are ordinary people with extraordinary determination. &amp;quot;
~ Unknown Author</description>
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			<title>I called Her Rose.</title>
			<description>Cornelius and Rose.The perfect couple everyone would say.They had dated for five years until one day she Disappeared with out a trace know one would have ever expected who it was.But it took the police  only a couple of days to narrow the suspects. They d</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/220762/</link>
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			<title>The Passion</title>
			<description>&amp;#2013266067;Follow your heart, but be quiet for a while first. Ask questions, then feel the answer. Learn to trust your heart.&amp;#2013266068;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/219506/</link>
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			<title>Death Before Dishonor</title>
			<description>Nobody has ever before asked the nuclear family to live all by itself in a box the way we do.  With no relatives, no support, we've put it in an impossible situation.  ~Margaret Mead</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/219493/</link>
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			<title>Your Finest Hour</title>
			<description>The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways--I to die and you to live. Which is the better, only God knows.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/217720/</link>
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			<title>Itroduction</title>
			<description>Let me Introduce you. You Know me now let me introduce you the rest of us.</description>
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			<title>Dedication</title>
			<description>This is also dedicated to you the Viewer and The reader</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/215327/</link>
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			<title>Authors Note</title>
			<description>A note from me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/215326/</link>
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			<title>The Legal Clause</title>
			<description>We were advised by the Legal team and begged by the public to publish this</description>
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			<title>Horror Cafe</title>
			<description> Picture a place so Normal looking that people who frequent within it are so off the wall. This story give a new meaning to the word Salad Bowl. Frasier has now met Seinfeld and Mozart has now met Marylin Manson. This story is going to be big it is going</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/214527/</link>
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			<title>Chaos Theory</title>
			<description>''You're not talking to your fish,'' the chef moans. I hear the moan from the other side of the kitchen.There is mayhem all around. A nonstop circus of people appear and disappear through swinging doors. The expediter yells: ''Ordering: two hamachi, three skate, a bass and a halibut &amp;agrave; la ca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/206303/</link>
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			<title>The White Studded Jacket Society</title>
			<description>&amp;#2013266067;When helicopters were snatching people from the grounds of the American embassy compound during the panic of the final Vietcong push into Saigon, I was sitting in front of the television set shouting, 'Get the chefs! Get the chefs!'&amp;#2013266068;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/206298/</link>
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			<title>No Title Can Explain This</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;I hope we all die together, So that None of us ever have to die Alone.&amp;quot; ~Alexander R.Walker</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cowboysaint/206292/</link>
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			<title>Yet Another Gone</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;It has been said that the worst part about aging and getting old is that you see friends die around you, the problem is that when those people say this they are like sixty, so what happens when your twenty and your friends begin to die&amp;quot;</description>
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			<title>Is this the end my friend or just a some what morbid Beautiful Beginning Chronicle I</title>
			<description>&amp;#2013266067;Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.&amp;#2013266068; &amp;#2013266067;Suicide is man's way of telling God, &amp;quot;You can't fire me - I quit.&amp;quot;&amp;#2013266068;
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