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			<title>Last</title>
			<description>Here's a different meaning of what it's like to be the last in something. Last in my view doesn't necessarily mean loser. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/439144/</link>
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			<title>Parenting</title>
			<description>I'm not a parent myself. But I can relate to how difficult it is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/439141/</link>
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			<title>Stay In School? Why?</title>
			<description>I think it's time to tell the truth to our young people about the real world. I hope this essay achieves this goal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/418254/</link>
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			<title>Male Pride</title>
			<description>This is another favorite from the open mic circuit, especially with the women folk! I wrote this in response to a bumper sticker I found on a jeep that said &quot;Girls Kick A*s&quot;. As the Bible says, eye for an eye!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/394486/</link>
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			<title>Unfinished Snow Poem</title>
			<description>I gotta include this little gem, a favorite on the open mic circuit, about the thing only guys like me take pride in doing when it snows.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/394470/</link>
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			<title>Fearing Tomorrow</title>
			<description>I wrote this in honor of our new President. But this poem is more about change and how some people need time to adjust to it. Myself included. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/394466/</link>
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			<title>The Little One</title>
			<description>This poem is about my eldest grandnephew, three years old and the smartest little bugger I've ever come across. He loves books, and whenever I'm visiting he simply hands me a book and we'd start reading together. His parents may have a genius on their han</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/394462/</link>
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			<title>Second Chances</title>
			<description>A Twilight Zone-Amazing Stories-style tale of a widowed mom who gets a second chance at happiness in a most unusual way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/357724/</link>
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			<title>Randy</title>
			<description>Randy was my older brother, an alcoholic and I.V. drug user who died from hepatitis last year. This poem is about living with someone with an addiction, something which I hope none of you have to go through.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/350121/</link>
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			<title>Memories of Dad</title>
			<description>This poem is part autobiography and part memoir about my relationship with my late father. Despite his small problem with booze (and being a bit of a knucklehead), he was a great father who's influence shaped me into the person I am today.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/350115/</link>
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			<title>Ghosts by the River</title>
			<description>I live in a town where there used to be a lot of factories making textiles, glass and plastic bottles. They're all closed up now, replaced by hotels, condos and department stores. And I thought it was only fitting to write a poem in tribute to the town's</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/341813/</link>
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			<title>Jonestown</title>
			<description>A poem of mine in commemoration of the 30th anniversary of the People's Temple mass suicide in Jonestown, Guyana, which gives me the creeps to this very day.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/341424/</link>
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			<title>Life After</title>
			<description>I and my family have been touched by death quite a few times in the past twenty years. The hardest fact about it is that life goes on, and this poem is kind of an example of it.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taurus68/335990/</link>
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