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			<title>Pefert Match</title>
			<description>She dances with themBut they're all the sameEach and every one of them&amp;nbsp;They come&amp;nbsp; in all shapes and sizesSome with fat pocketsOthers with fat bellies&amp;nbsp;But they're all still the same&amp;nbsp;The story beginsDifferently everytimeBut the end never changes&amp;nbsp;She..</description>
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			<description>The Scene:&amp;nbsp; A smokey room in a 30/40's night club.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The women are dressed in their must stunning gowns.</description>
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			<title>A Long Mile</title>
			<description>We walk a long mileIn this journey to discover ourselvesThe road is long and bumpy&amp;nbsp;We meet strangers and friendsAlong the wayBut we are very much alone&amp;nbsp;This is our journeyLiving lifeMaking discoveries&amp;nbsp;Of love and all those thingsThat bring fulfillmentAnd pu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thompsaj/322770/</link>
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			<title>Rainy Solitude</title>
			<description>Sitting here in my solitudeThoughts are all I have to doNo more laughs and no more smiles&amp;nbsp;Sitting in the darkTears of hope run down my faceTears for you&amp;nbsp;I feel the groundI look up highIn search of you&amp;nbsp;Reaching forth my armI hope you will take my handBut I c..</description>
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			<description>She sits there, purring, quietly.She appears gentleSoft to the touchYou trust your own sensesShe draws you nearWith her sweet purrsYou come closeExpecting to be enveloped in her sweet nectarWhat you didnt realize isShe has fangsRazor sharpAnd claws that can shred you to pie..</description>
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