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			<title>Mr. Webster</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;During recess, when we weren&amp;rsquo;t playing marblesa few of us would gather under the tall tilting pinetreesand burn figurines into fallen and parched brown maplesprigswith magnifying glasses we had appropriated from thelibrary,unmindful of the fact that playground monit..</description>
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			<title>The Wag</title>
			<description>A symphony usher named BruteWas charging each man with no suitHe must have been witty To have duped Maestro SmittyCuz he also made off with his lute</description>
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			<title>Fish Story</title>
			<description>The twilight sky was clear and when one strolled to the endof the pier the city lights blackened. I was far enough away from the capitalnot to hear the traffic. In fact, all I could distinguish was the clapping ofcruise-ship-begrimed waves against the rocks that lined the cornice off the o..</description>
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			<title>Mr. Cool</title>
			<description>In the beginning, I noticed him only on occasion when Irode my bike past the guard booth near the entrance gate to the Ministry ofEducation late in the evening. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t until the night of Georgia&amp;rsquo;s birthdayparty that we had the chance to meet formally. He showed up cl..</description>
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			<title>Be Valiant</title>
			<description>Love and tenderness I offer you from my heartValor and daringI offer you from my soulGentle touches I offer you from my bodySatisfaction and your twitchesI arouse by inner scroll I do not care How far away you areYou continuallyGive me such pleasureBy the light of the moonI see your soft eye..</description>
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			<title>Wind Bells</title>
			<description>Baby hair glides from the skies,lingering fingers marking the last movement of the stroke of a harpblending scurries of airwith a whistling C sharpmelodies chime from tidbits of shells and stone tied in concertby membrane and invisible wings coining sounds that mirror songs of kingsSigns of ..</description>
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			<title>e-elena</title>
			<description>I saw her profile on one of those singles sites where more than a few veteran domestic pugilists seek comfort. I was sure I had company. The quantity of dating sites is staggering. Evidently, I am not the first to have an ill-advised marriage finally implode. Anyway, she and I corresponded, fl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spider49/1098017/</link>
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			<title>Mrs. Muller</title>
			<description>Strewn throughout the eccentric cottage were scuffed and smudged reading glasses with thinly embedded mother of pearl frames and petal of rose lenses. Some newer than others I counted no less than nine pair; some on the day bed, various on the couch and a number simply lying on the floor by th..</description>
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			<title>Luna</title>
			<description>Since it wasSunday in late Decemberthe sun perchedsoftly behind a darkswirl - and thedistant dustturned the lastray from red to pinkwell before thedainty fingersof her small handscould count to six&amp;nbsp;The tide wasebbing but left lopsidedlines off..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spider49/1098012/</link>
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			<title>Going Home</title>
			<description>The rain appeared, arcticSpattered the duck boardAs angry pellets  flinchedAnd recoiledBoathouse dank, bleakGalley proofing  transpireMoist and humidWith sense of FrangelicoAnd bitter  almondsThe sord chattered With new fervorAnd feeders  sojournedPast darkled dawnComposition turned  toDecomposition..</description>
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			<title>Forgive the Mirror</title>
			<description>Forgive the Mirror Now and then the mirror criesAshen shades engulf your eyesand visions of fancied dreams arise When did the pram turn walking stickthe candle run short of abundant wickand prophecies give pause to limerick? Hell I should know since I was thereyielded copious verve with the baby..</description>
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			<title>Give Us Credit</title>
			<description>On occasion we do accedethe peak of the highest hillAchieving our greatest deedA goal we set out to fulfillSitting on top of the worldPassage attained foot by footPondering each stone that we hurledand every brick that we putZealously declaring our conquestVictory for the world to hear Wit..</description>
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			<title>Let The Rain Come</title>
			<description>Sometimes when you cryYou close your eyes and the tearsTrickle down from the skyWhere did they go, those years?&amp;nbsp;Let it come, the rainfor to ease my painLet the wind come not waneto wash away this sorrowThere is always tomorrow&amp;nbsp;I need you and ..</description>
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			<title>Opus in Silk</title>
			<description>She who holds a seamlessly symmetrical silhouette so supple to the touch coupled by hips on sticks of tango, that inimitable set of pins simper at all that you clutchBob nearer the eyes of delight now attune and bound for that which you pine. sweet quarry in search of marvel, of unmoved blis..</description>
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			<title>Ashes to Ashes</title>
			<description>Often it seems that failures are oursWith whom nobody else to shareWho will forgive us in these hoursWhen we need somebody to care?Life is sometimes a funnelIn the midst of a tornado spinningYou cannot always snatch the tunnelAdeptly as you can when you&amp;rsquo;re winningHold on at the rim o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spider49/1095743/</link>
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			<title>The Candy Man's Can</title>
			<description>It was the only residential dwelling in the industrial district of the Big Easy. Since there was a lock on the gate the two room cottage could only be seen from the street. Curiously, there were almost 80 feet of wild grass leading from the curb to the doorstep &amp;#2013266048;&quot; the patch well ov..</description>
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			<title>Home of Rising Sons</title>
			<description>Afore twilight winged insectsCome to restOn a gently rippling creek Where placid mists acquiesceAnd one-horse carriages so sleekSurrender humanity&amp;rsquo;s finest Midnight sons to seekTheir customary blackness So renowned they are to sneak Neither humility nor unheard criesEcho past window ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spider49/1095291/</link>
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			<title>Some Days</title>
			<description>life, inspiration</description>
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			<title>frayed plume</title>
			<description>she got on about three stops after I did I was sure she was conversant in ballet by the way she danced up the steps and delicately deposited her passage into the device next to the driver her fingers were disproportionately long and far too elegant for such tiny hands her nails were ornately..</description>
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			<title>The Pink Princess</title>
			<description>humor, intrigue, adventure, love</description>
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