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			<title>Searching For Me</title>
			<description>Are we ever who we really are?</description>
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			<title>The Aged</title>
			<description>Written at age eighteen, and knowing to make the most of your life.</description>
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			<title>One Summer Night</title>
			<description>A moment in time shared, but not forgotten.</description>
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			<title>Opportunity Flies</title>
			<description>Opportunity Flies&amp;nbsp;A flyjust climbed our kitchen wall.He didn't appear toenjoy it therefor he flew offonly to landon our kitchen counter,where free crumbs lay.He liked it there...but I would not lethim stay.</description>
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			<title>Wilted Feelings</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wilted FeelingsI have an old neighbor ladyI don't know her well,But her yard is full of bushes and flowers...It's dark, the stars are brighter than usual.Those yellow flowers are just perfectJust wasting away out there in her yard.Must I ask that old woman for some?Wh..</description>
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			<title>My Daughter</title>
			<description>My Daughter&amp;nbsp;Day by day and year by year,Side by side I held her tiny hand.Her little feet stepping along side of mine.We walked on roads, paths, on beach sand,Through shopping malls, and more...Just how many miles we walked togetherLike that, while chatting, dreaming outloud,o..</description>
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