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		<description>The original writings of author DeeWV</description>
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			<title>Waiting</title>
			<description>The weathered oak branchrefusing to fallstubbornly seesawsin the spreading limbs of white birchwho seems to know not to let it go.Not now while the willow is greennot while the Jay is chatteringnot even when&amp;nbsp;the autumn blends green and gold.&amp;nbsp;The birch is growing oldstil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/1315708/</link>
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			<title>Last Piece of Devil's Food Cake</title>
			<description>A cinquain sequence</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/482493/</link>
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			<title>Uninvited</title>
			<description>You were not invited Mr. Daniels, Jack is it?&amp;nbsp;Still you camewith bruising fistssoaking my soulwith reign of rage.The sour stenchprecedes your stepI hold my breathpraying you will collapsebefore you reach our bedroom door.I detest your angry scowl.Tomorrow, you will bring m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/482492/</link>
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			<title>This Side Of Morning</title>
			<description>Tovli's Advanced ten/forty word contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/481874/</link>
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			<title>Audacious</title>
			<description>To bloombrazenly nowhere amid these snow crystalsoh, it would be audaciouslyso perfectly purple</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/480348/</link>
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			<title>Mary Jane Lewis</title>
			<description>The two-story white framerising from angry weedssuffers from abandonment.In fuller days rooms were filled with lifewith smiles and souls of five daughters.It harbors stories of hard times.When William broke his legMary Jane Lewis harvested gold wheat alone.Her frayed dress faithfully..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/427702/</link>
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			<title>Trust</title>
			<description>She was a calico catoutside on a winter's day.The open door should have signaled friendyet she sat just looking inresisted my touch meowed at me in indecision.Trust is a scarey thingeven smotheringif you have never known it.The warmth was not enoughgetting her to trust would be t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/372820/</link>
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			<title>Abstract - Tovli's 10 word pictre challenge</title>
			<description>This trap of love will consume all that I am,it will slip, confuse, like this abstract artsome annex of my soul.Morning crack of dawn reveals heartfragile as pink tissue paper.When love withers&amp;nbsp;,when it is gone, when it takes flightI cannot stay attached to&amp;nbsp;love that has let&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/319285/</link>
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			<title>West Virginia Home - Menke entry</title>
			<description>posted for the menke challenge</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/319255/</link>
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			<title>September 11, 2001</title>
			<description>thought on that sad day seven years ago where I saw people holding pictures of loved ones
taping them to walls in hope of finding them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/316197/</link>
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			<title>Hanover Farm</title>
			<description>The sound of rain upon the old, tin roofas soothing as the sound of mellow sax.I revel at the skyline turning black.The old coonhound is properly aloofI know how much he must be missing you.Grandpa really loved a summer stormsaw beauty in the lightning's dancing form.Dark clouds played..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/314245/</link>
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			<title>Metered Lines</title>
			<description>poem for Tovli's ten word contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/311740/</link>
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			<title>Rosalie</title>
			<description>When Rosalie Kate spoke, you listened.Southern draw this far north caught the attentionof these Bar Harbor fishermen.She was a pleasure to watch.Fishermen's wives were green with envynever liked her, never liked their mentaking their coffee at the Day's Catch Cafe.Carl and George fell ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/311303/</link>
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			<title>In London With You</title>
			<description>Sharingan umbrellafor tilbury coveringwheels spinning through these ancient streetsLondon with you,laughing at the chill, the soaking torrent.Wind raptured leaves free dancing in the air.So soon,the soft, blue fog will claim the beauty hereshrouding it until the morningwhen we wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/310948/</link>
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			<title>Passer-By</title>
			<description>The black crow sat on the top branchobserving the scene, uncle Joe, uncle Rubematching wits over a checkered board.&amp;nbsp;Mary Louise and Norma Jeanchanting over a ropeexpertly skipped by Marlene(she never missed)&amp;nbsp;Cathy and Kateengage Kenny in teen-age conversationeach of t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeeWV/308454/</link>
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