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		<description>The original writings of author LaPluma</description>
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			<title>crooked roads and dreams</title>
			<description>conflict of age, some guilt </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francovu/401671/</link>
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			<title>No Regrets</title>
			<description>Inspired by a song, it was not long for me to write these words.  Maybe sad, maybe long but I write them for me to be strong.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francovu/369821/</link>
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			<title>Her Smoking</title>
			<description>I was thinking about my nieces smoking habit.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francovu/364229/</link>
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			<title>Hate</title>
			<description>I can't imagine that someone could hate me and not even know me.  That my life would be nothing for someone to put to an end.   A father, brother and son, I am somebody to someone.  As are the people who hate.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francovu/362571/</link>
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			<title>A Short Christmas Story</title>
			<description>This happened to me tonight....Christmas Eve.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francovu/357281/</link>
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			<title>Random thought on Suicide</title>
			<description>I was reading the newspaper today and saw something that just brings me to tears.Even though all this time has passed and the pain has lessoned through the years.This time a pro football player was so sad that he wanted to die,but a friend came upon him, foiled his heartless tryto commit the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francovu/355859/</link>
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			<title>My Lonely Pain</title>
			<description>Imagination is great...but it never takes the place of love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francovu/355309/</link>
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			<title>This Evil Path</title>
			<description>I listened to the sound of my own heartbreaking.I hear the echo of a thousand tears falling from my face.The memories of our lovemaking......have disapeared with out a trace.&amp;nbsp;All I ever wanted was a tender wordthat would tell me not to fear no more.But it was a little birdthat s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francovu/354834/</link>
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			<title>Simply My Friend</title>
			<description>Inspired by my friend Lorna M.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francovu/354587/</link>
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			<title>Sea of Problems</title>
			<description>A poem of hope written when I was 17 in the mental hopital.</description>
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