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		<description>The original writings of author Zach Colgate</description>
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			<title>An American Walks Granada</title>
			<description>She pats her bellymaking feeding motions toward her mouth as shetalks--something in Spanish--and the greenbackgrows hot, blushing in mypocket. She&amp;rsquo;s hungry andI&amp;rsquo;ve never been.Not really. &amp;ldquo;Lo siento.&amp;rdquo; I dodge her like Idodge the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/1121612/</link>
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			<title>The Steakhouse</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Fork in the left,knife in the right&amp;#2013266048;&quot;like the English do,&amp;rdquo;says Grandma as Isaw at my chicken fried steak,gravy tumbling downmy chin.I scan the room andits Old West trappings&amp;#2013266048;&quot;depictions of highdesert landscapes and sepia photographsof a farm..</description>
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			<title>Shadowkiller</title>
			<description>We four are the onlydark things in this sun-washedwasteland;me in my summerskin, him in his usualbrown, the crow, the gun.Hardness creeps intohis jawand my kneecapsquake, but I look on as helifts the lethal length ofbarrelwhich, but a momentago, ..</description>
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			<title>Low Demand Love</title>
			<description>This is a song I wrote a while back but for some reason never posted. I hope you enjoy the words.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/457269/</link>
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			<title>One Word</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;You part your lips to speak,and in such beautiful tones,say that wordthat I findto be so frighteningly defined.&amp;nbsp;With your tongue that I once tastedwhen we slipped secretly down the stairs,our heads spinning,you say that wordthat,like a wedge,wiggles its way in be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/402353/</link>
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			<title>May I See You To Your Floor?</title>
			<description>I am elevator music.That&amp;rsquo;s as good a name as anyBecause I know you will just forget.The steel door will slide shut,And you will go about the business of your better,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/399112/</link>
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			<title>We'll Call Our Stumbles Steps</title>
			<description>These are the lyrics to my most recent song.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/394766/</link>
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			<title>Set Asidewalk</title>
			<description>Just a little something I thought up . . .</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/383814/</link>
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			<title>Cold Freedom</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem for a contest that focused on the Nazi concentration camp, Auschwitz-Birkenau.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/333412/</link>
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			<title>A Seafarers Pledge</title>
			<description>Some women hold a profound power over the hearts of men. I don't know if they are fully aware of it, but it is there. And it is damn dangerous. That is what this poem is about.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/324678/</link>
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			<title>Wanderer</title>
			<description>Some more song lyrics. This is the first one I've written with a finished guitar part.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/323306/</link>
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			<title>Climb Down</title>
			<description>Why does life have to be so complicated?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/308896/</link>
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			<title>Haiku #1</title>
			<description>My very first haiku!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/286891/</link>
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			<title>Downhill of Heaven</title>
			<description>When a sinner loves an angel . . .</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/286471/</link>
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			<title>Smoked Glass</title>
			<description>A description of our age-darkened perception of the world . . .</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/286262/</link>
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			<title>Untitled Song</title>
			<description>This is a song that I wrote for a girl who lost interest before I had a chance to sing it to her . . . never quite finished the guitar accompaniment, though.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/286239/</link>
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			<title>These Bloody Hands</title>
			<description>A guilt shared by us all . . .</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/285977/</link>
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			<title>Unsung Villains</title>
			<description>Here is a poem that I wrote about unjust war. While I no longer completely agree with what I wrote (it was a while back), I do like how it turned out. Enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/285238/</link>
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			<title>The Peasant and His Lady</title>
			<description>This is a poem from when I first got into writing. It tells a sad story of a love that could never be . . .</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/285236/</link>
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			<title>Forest Fire</title>
			<description>These are lyrics that I wrote, expressing feelings of uworthiness in regards to love interests.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/285233/</link>
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			<title>Junkyard Heart</title>
			<description>Lyrics written about shame.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/285231/</link>
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			<title>Carrot and Stick</title>
			<description>This poem basically points out a flaw that I've noticed in the mindset of Christians (as well as that of other religions). Enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rysing_sun88/285225/</link>
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