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			<title>Four Candles</title>
			<description>I found this in a bin of papers from 7th grade. *sniffle* Oh, nostalgia.</description>
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			<title>Good Night</title>
			<description>Um, just pointing out that I harbour no suicidal feelings, this is merely a poem.</description>
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			<title>Epitaphs</title>
			<description>For a contest</description>
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			<title>Prelude</title>
			<description>Just some corny words of encouragement. yay.</description>
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			<title>Gerorge Bush contest entry</title>
			<description>Just for the contest, i do realize that he's got us through hard times, and he's got a lot on his shoulders. Still, I pay 4.00 for some gas.</description>
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			<title>A Poem for My Love</title>
			<description>So...incredibly...sappy.</description>
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			<title>Waiting for Vengeance</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My heart is a raging fireReady to devour all in its path.My soul is filled with desire,Waiting to unleash its perpetual wrath.&amp;nbsp;How soon will come the dayWhen vengeance blackens my heart?Tell me, how long must I waitBefore my soul is torn apart?&amp;nbsp;How strong is the..</description>
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			<title>The Evils of Love</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Love is like the rose, so red,So tempting to the senses and mind,Its delicate fragrance summons you;It tells you to leave your suspicions behind.&amp;nbsp;You are trance-like drawn to that beautiful rose,With its tranquil, delicate grace,&amp;nbsp;A grace as fervid as the mightiest fla..</description>
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			<title>Finally Free</title>
			<description>Promises broken,I believed in your lies.When I look at you now,I see ice-cold eyes.&amp;nbsp;You crushed my dreams,You killed my hope.Your lies had bound meLike an endless rope.&amp;nbsp;You broke my throne,You put out my flame.You killed me slowly,Yet I felt no pain.&amp;nbsp;All ..</description>
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			<title>The Fool</title>
			<description>I once heard a story that was about a man who gave everything away, and then died because he had nothing left for himself. This is a highly fantasized ballad about a story just like that. Not one of my best, but it's something.</description>
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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>This is the letter that I should have written to someone a very long time ago. My dream is that one day they actually will read it, but hey, life doesn't really work like that.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/labelsR4cans/294705/</link>
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			<title>Confessions of a pathetic soul</title>
			<description>I would never advocate these feelings, but watch any TV show on VH1 of ABC and you'll see that pretty much all relationships that end have a person with this disposition.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/labelsR4cans/287252/</link>
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			<title>Sticks</title>
			<description>Yes, I DID try to change rhyme schemes througout the poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/labelsR4cans/283600/</link>
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			<title>Snowflakes</title>
			<description>Yes, I know it's almost July, but this would be a big downer at Christmas time.</description>
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			<title>Glass house</title>
			<description>Thought these would be good lyrics for the heavy metal band that I'll never get around to forming. Ah, sigh.  Then again, not that it would good. I can't even play a unison chord in tune. Heh. Music humor.</description>
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