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			<title>Sojourn </title>
			<description>I am a sojourn wandererAn exile within the vast rampartsOf your heart.&amp;nbsp;I was the sojourn travelerFrom darkest duskAnd brightest dawnFrom the start.&amp;nbsp;I took your handSo many a day agoIt&amp;rsquo;s hard to rememberEven comprehendHow long ago that very dayJust so happe..</description>
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			<title>The mind has four dimensions</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The mind thinks in four dimensionsAs we transverse space and time,Spilling vermillion upon lilac flowersWhilst springtime bellows into our minds earAnd kaleidoscope eyesAll seeing eyesFly through four dimensions.&amp;nbsp;The world we live inHas a myriad of dimensionsWithin w..</description>
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			<title>Siegfried's Death March</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The funeral pyreGlowed scarlet and vermillionAs his ashesTurned from tightly stretchedFleshAnd black Chared boneTo motes of sparkling amberThat glistenLike revenant spirits turned amber star-dustIn the gloom of twilight.&amp;nbsp;Should I?Should I?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>A Day in Rome</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The Aegean Sea had thrown crashing wavesAs Neptune&amp;rsquo;s fist thrashed upon the shorelineAnd the lithe touch of Venus caressedThe myriad beads of sandThat glistened like amber stardustUnder the setting sun.&amp;nbsp;A thousand muddy feet trampleThe marbled streetAs the cascad..</description>
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			<title>The lament of Connor O' Dannels</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Mistah, he&amp;rsquo;s dead, he&amp;rsquo;s dead. There isn&amp;rsquo;t nottin&amp;rsquo; you can do &amp;lsquo;bout him, nottin&amp;rsquo;.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Here lay the sordid remains of Connor O&amp;rsquo; Dannels,Daisies sprout from solid groundDuring this cruel and unforgiving spring.Winter melted and ..</description>
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			<title>I am...</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I am the rising sun!Pouring cascades of amber star-dust,Marmalade skies that blossom with lilac and hycinanth flowers.I am April, the cruelest of the months. Life bleeding through dead men&amp;rsquo;s chest,Stretched tight is my stairway, ascending through solid ground.I am vermillio..</description>
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