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			<title>Excited</title>
			<description>Random bursts of extreme happiness make words, and words make poems, and this poem makes a smile. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Wall/362558/</link>
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			<title>Childhood</title>
			<description>I've been thinking about this lately. What happens when leggos aren't fun any more? What happens when you stop playing with toys? What happens... when you grow up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Wall/362523/</link>
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			<title>Pinochiokitochiochio</title>
			<description>The child story we all know and love is severely twisted in this parody of Pinochio.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Wall/319600/</link>
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			<title>Daily Hatred</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Day after day I come home To see you sitting there On your stupid chairA blank look on your faceThe smell of alcohol in the airDay by day I hate you moreBut you simply don't careSo looking at the bottle in your hand with distasteI pour it and a bit of my soul down the drain</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Wall/319595/</link>
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			<title>The Hated Storm</title>
			<description>My fear of bad weather used to be extremely bad so i wrote a short poem about it!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Wall/319593/</link>
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			<title>Exit Door</title>
			<description>A blazing fire!Where do I turn?To the exit doorSo rectangular, so invitingWith its red, neon lighted sign. I love you exit doorWith all of those screaming people Running through you in such haste.The smell of smoke and burning fleshFilling my nostrils so utterly.Wait! What is thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A-Wall/319587/</link>
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			<title>When You Stop Caring</title>
			<description>The fun only starts when you stop caring,So jump around and do a crazy dance.What others say doesn't mean a thing.&amp;nbsp;So go out of the box and be daring.There's only one life, you don't get a second chance.The fun only starts when you stop caring.&amp;nbsp;Life is too short to spend it..</description>
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