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			<title>Friends ever&amp;hellip;</title>
			<description>FRIENDS EVER&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You found, you said, &amp;lsquo;the one and only&amp;rsquo; she,Poor friend&amp;hellip;! As if such creature could exist;For why should she be willing to resistThe charms of other men (for instance: me)&amp;nbsp;If both her mind and body would be f..</description>
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			<title>My pen&amp;hellip;</title>
			<description>My pen lies idle on the table-topA distance of too many words away;Though in the mind the writing doesn&amp;rsquo;t stop,Posterity will not recall this day.&amp;nbsp;But what if I should spill another dropOf ink to join a little in the frayOf sowing one&amp;rsquo;s own literary c..</description>
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			<title>Someone</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s six o&amp;rsquo;clock and Someone has decreedThat we should leave the comfort of our sleepAnd teach our children likewise how to creepOut of their cosy beds His call to heed;&amp;nbsp;For Someone knows exactly what we need,Exactly when it&amp;rsquo;s time for us to weep..</description>
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			<title>To a friend</title>
			<description>If only I could write aloving wifeA sympathetic &amp;ldquo;Lady of theSnow&amp;rdquo;Into the story of yourwretched lifeAnd change it for thebetter doing so&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;My friend, &amp;rsquo;t would put anending to my strife.For never have I known youso lowIn spirits s..</description>
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			<title>Utopia</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The change in the seascapecame by surprise:Out of the bluish arainbow appearedWhile an orange moon shoneutterly weird&amp;hellip;The sea gently rose (youcould feel it rise&amp;nbsp;On this boat that seemedbound for Paradise)And whatever the coursethe hel..</description>
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