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			<title>Election Day</title>
			<description>the lawn has been mowed recently, releasingsmall yellow flowers with pointed petalsin a crowded patch, exactlythe shape of the brittle gum shadowthese immigrants grow well herethick twisted branches stand out from the trunkfollowing ground level, high abovewe called them 'widowmake..</description>
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			<title>time to ride on</title>
			<description>you are a Harley Davidsonon a road tripof discoverythe stranger at karaoke nightwho goes homewith the ice queenyou are troubadorbuskeranother pirate of the mall&amp;nbsp;you saw a lit windowon a dark nighta warm, comforatble rooman open fireyou wanted slippersand hot chocol..</description>
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			<title>lost: the way home</title>
			<description>I looked for youamongst tangled bodies sleepingbeneath plastic sheetsnear pines on the beachI knew I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t find youbefore sterile altar shelvesin supermarkets. I checkedin skips on the badly lit back-stripinstead, surrounded by flowersof graffiti and broken bottlesyo..</description>
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