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			<title>Ms. Nicol</title>
			<description>I stepped pretty to your tune, Ms. Nicol.Though lack of penny-whistle&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; or rosened bow made it hard&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to know where foot should fall.Tenative, I toe-tapped to heart tattoo.Moved in time to what, to my mind,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; seemed the gr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/344740/</link>
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			<title>Body Politic (American Hands)</title>
			<description>See this man we lifted  to uphold the seal  for four long years- a sacred trust our publics trust. See these hands that lifted him- this African this Irishman this American- These hands that elected  to lift Themselves and hold this rudder of a man.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/344729/</link>
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			<title>What Makes It</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Give me answers.&amp;quot; she said,&amp;quot;Put them in a little brownpaperbag and write my name on it.Don't forget to fill, with grins and crossed-eyes,all the circles. Be Creative. Turn the bagdown carefully, so I can hold it tight and letmy sweaty hands wear it crinkle..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/338558/</link>
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			<title>For the Princess and Her Pea</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;What is it you want, Mary? Is it the moon? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just say the word and I&amp;rsquo;ll throw a lasso &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; around it and pull it down.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ndash; George Bailey,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/338099/</link>
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			<title>Body Politic (American Voices)</title>
			<description>My post-election poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/337743/</link>
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			<title>What Color Do You Call Your Eyes?</title>
			<description>What color do you call your eyes?A shade of sand&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; meeting the sea&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; meeting the sky?Bright as ice,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; yet warm somehow.Framed by a fringe&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the color of copper&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/337663/</link>
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			<title>Forever Up</title>
			<description>Summer heat&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pouring off the grass and biting at my knees.Wet Kentucky air&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a scratchy blanket around my neck.The hills of the farm went up forever-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; too much for a five year oldAnd so, my father&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/337661/</link>
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			<title>Wishful Thinking</title>
			<description>You're&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a blind fish dreaming you're a swan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a broken radio dreaming you're on&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a chiped dish dreaming you're a mouth&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a frigid landscape dreaming you're the south&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a sudden s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/337659/</link>
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			<title>Step Right Up! Step Right Up! The Fortuneteller's Eyes Are Bleeding!</title>
			<description>If anyone has any questions about the images/ referances I use in this, please ask. I'm always hesitant to say anything before it's read. =)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/337155/</link>
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			<title>Falling Awake</title>
			<description>If you'd like to see a performance of this piece go here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xf7NIpdkTA</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/336819/</link>
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			<title>In Bed Without You</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Stareing at the ceiling,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; cigarette smoking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Central air rumbling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The jazz cassette you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; couldn't stand cascading&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; through bor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cah/336783/</link>
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