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			<title>R TWENTY FO</title>
			<description>(chorus)Sometimes on saturdays i like to wear my smockI aint no teacher mane I aint gots no chalkIm a stock clerkSweatin in my socksWorkin&amp;nbsp;so hard I could barely walk&amp;nbsp;Countin s**t incorrectly is what I like to doHerin ort ort all day from the annoying A*S&amp;nbsp;jewCAP!!E..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/318977/</link>
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			<title>S****y Situation</title>
			<description>We've all been here . Don't lie</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/313749/</link>
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			<title>Mission</title>
			<description>Strange night as I walk into the mistStumbling aimlessly with a closed fistHoping that maybe someone will start a fightPissed drunk and feeling tough tonightWalk under the tracks and hear footsteps behindTurn around slowly only to see ive lost my mindContinue on my mission destination no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/310791/</link>
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			<title>Drunker Seuss</title>
			<description>PUNK SONG IN THE WORKS</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/310621/</link>
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			<title>The adventure of Poo Pickle</title>
			<description>The adventure of Poo Pickle&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;work in progress</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/309058/</link>
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			<title>The Half a dump man</title>
			<description>Grim faced and heads in spaceThe half a dump man feels like a disgrace&amp;nbsp;Half way out and then suddenly gridlockedAll he wants to do is crap but for some reason its blocked&amp;nbsp;Another attempt to push out the stink nugsAnother&amp;nbsp;failure and now laxitives he chugs&amp;nbsp;Waitin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/308527/</link>
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			<title>Alcoholic Mind</title>
			<description>Where am I ?Who are you man ?Gimmee a shot and a beer on my tabWhat time is it ?S**t now Im getting an earfull when I get homeIm not going there I wanna roam the streets dizzyPlan my next step in lifeIm gonna start working out again and quit smokingThis is the last night and this tim..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/301510/</link>
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			<title>Fruit Wrinkle</title>
			<description>Quick poem about my old Babysitter who passed away</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/301081/</link>
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			<title>Gangsta</title>
			<description>Some Hip Hop lyrics about my experience in pooography</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/300468/</link>
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			<title>Hangin in low places</title>
			<description>This is actually a funny song im writing  . When you read this say it in a rythem and you'll feel the flow .

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/299891/</link>
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			<title>The Warm Air</title>
			<description>The warm air blows southIts horrible when it arrives in your mouthShould be a sin that poo crys so loud to take a bathJust let that&amp;nbsp;stink nugget out of&amp;nbsp;your a*sShould be against the law to smell like thisJust sit down&amp;nbsp;and let your butt&amp;nbsp;pissThe warm air is merely&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/299889/</link>
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			<title>Who's To Blame</title>
			<description>I woke up the other morning to this experience . Thought I'd share it with yall</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/299373/</link>
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			<title>The Fight</title>
			<description>Distinguish this fire in my headTurn this peircing music off I wanna go to bedThis drinking is finally overpoweringThese people around me have no feelingsThere here for one more beerAlcohol attracts people who have no real feelings of your painBut still I find myself back hereSlowly Im..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/299299/</link>
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			<title>2 Choices</title>
			<description>Formal meetings are the ordinary in this placebut holding this air in is bringin red to my faceAs the meeting starts&amp;nbsp;I act as if nothing is bothering meI have 2 choices let it blast or risk the brothy butt pee&amp;nbsp;What would you do?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/298974/</link>
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			<title>My Love</title>
			<description>Its roughly 3am and i can't sleepShe sleeps to my right like an angelAs I kiss her forehead I wonder how&amp;nbsp;I have this womanShes way too good for me and could chose anyone she pleasesBut she chose meShe sees a man that holds her heart high but sometimes leaves it out to dryShe knows w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/298943/</link>
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			<title>Man Meets Rim</title>
			<description>Man meets rimHe's been waiting patiently for a long timeThe line he waits in is not movingA crippling feeling erupts in his tummyShouldnt have eatin that buritto(riiiiiiiip!)The line is at a standstillPrairie doggin a giant is making&amp;nbsp;him feel illIts looking around seeking a spla..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brian_dayglo/298928/</link>
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