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			<title>White winter, hot flames and Santa is the Man </title>
			<description>A FUNNY POEM </description>
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			<title>My womb</title>
			<description>Being a mother has it's pressing moments...From the time i pushed the sack that broke and a bright emerging head popped out, it didn't pop it squeezed and pushed through the walls that were tight and into the world it came without warning though pain..The smell of mother on your skin..Knowing ..</description>
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			<title>Seasons of Change</title>
			<description>Just a bried have you, what not, a piece just of my day. To the audience. Smiles</description>
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			<description>A brief poem to claim a feeling to aim...to let go without the shame..to shelter the burden and carry the game.
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