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			<title>Mixed Emotions</title>
			<description>MIXED &amp;nbsp;EMOTIONSFor years, love for you has been growingBeyond just the friendship we sharedFar away I sensed your moods and painA need to know somebody caredFinally, told you of my feelingsWhich seemed to take you by surpriseYou might have suspected that curve ballShould you have ever seen my e..</description>
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			<title>FEELINGS</title>
			<description>Tossing, turning, restless nightSensing, knowing, keen insightAching, breaking, heart like glassPraying for the pain to passIntense feelings, little hopeMust sort out, so I can copeWhich are absorbed? Which are mine?&amp;nbsp;Search my soul, find blurred lineStrong emotions rise and growtears well up an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/1881428/</link>
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			<title>Rappin' Santa</title>
			<description>Just a little ditty that came to me when my great nephew put his hat on a Santa in the corner.</description>
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			<title>GOODBYE</title>
			<description>Away!&amp;nbsp; Away!Be gone!&amp;nbsp; I say.Come by this way no more.&amp;nbsp;Do you not seeEternallyFlew quickly out the door?&amp;nbsp;Guess I could showHow much I knowIf I was keeping score.&amp;nbsp;Just tell my why.Kindly don&amp;rsquo;t lieLike you have done ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/1197881/</link>
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			<title>IN HER DEFENCE</title>
			<description>Very young she learned &amp;ldquo;No&amp;rdquo; wasa bad word.She must not say it to anyadult.Mom would spank her for beingdefying.&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t dare be bold, dowhatever you&amp;rsquo;re told!&amp;rdquo;Easy target!&amp;nbsp; There is no denying.When grown men started touchingher body,As ..</description>
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			<title>SAFELY  HOME   </title>
			<description>Predictions of hurricanes,Tornadoes,strong winds, and gales,Alwaysturn my thoughts to you,Forforty years, without fail.Asa full-time fisherman,Suchforecasts caused much concern.Forboats, weirs, and lobster traps,Yourworry and fear would churn.Themention of storms brewing,Waydown in..</description>
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			<title>BEWARE</title>
			<description>My muse returned but I wonder where she has been, as no doubt you'll agree, this is quite different for me.    </description>
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			<title>Where Is She?</title>
			<description>It's lonely without her LOL</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/503003/</link>
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			<title>SWEET PEACE</title>
			<description>A special thanks to Emma and to Craig Froman for inspiring this collab by poets from around the world, and for weaving it together so well.  I am reposting it so my other friends will see it too.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/489884/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 6:  MOVING DAY </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mary was sitting on her doorstep watching the truck being unloaded and anxiously awaiting our arrival.&amp;nbsp; Before the car was even in the driveway, she hopped down the steps taking two at a time, and ran to greet us. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5:  OUR &amp;#2013266065;PET&amp;#2013266066; FARM</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While mom and dad were looking for a house they could afford to rent, Lillian and her husband came back from out west.&amp;nbsp; They needed a place to stay until they could make a home for themselves.&amp;nbsp; Lillian was expecting he..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4:   ROLE MODELS</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Come on old woman, the pub will be opening soon. &amp;nbsp;It only closed for an hour you know.&amp;nbsp; If we don&amp;rsquo;t get back there soon, somebody might try to take our table, and you know what&amp;lsquo;ll happen.&amp;nbsp; Nobody takes our spo..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER 3:   LASTING IMPRESSIONS</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you are starving for attention and human contact, even negative attention seems better than none.&amp;nbsp; As a toddler, I was not afraid of my dad at all. I had no idea of what was right or wrong when he changed me and checked on me through the night.&amp;nbsp; I only knew that..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER 2:   DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sore throats and infected ears, began shortly after we were taken home from the hospital. Crying only made it worse so I suffered in silence until I ran a fever hot enough it was detected during a routine diaper change. Tugging at my ear and not being able to swallow m..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1:   MATERNAL INSTINCT</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;It's a girl!&amp;nbsp; bet you feel better already now that she's out.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Well, I'll feel&amp;nbsp;a lot&amp;nbsp;better&amp;nbsp;once the other one comes out too.&amp;quot; Lindy replied, as she felt the need to push again.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>BIO --Temporary title</title>
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			<title>Love &amp; H2O</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Love resembles H2O,As its patient ebb and flow,Smooths a jagged heart of stone.Inner beauty thus is shown.&amp;nbsp;Inner beauty, in its turn Incites passion's sultry burnLove and lust commingled, riseVapor forms before our eyes&amp;nbsp;Vapor raptured, ..</description>
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			<title>LUCKY???</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re lucky she is even here,&amp;rdquo;They heard the doctor sigh.&amp;ldquo;Did all we could&amp;hellip;but I fear,She very well might die.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Injuries were horrendous.Her body may not cope.The blood loss was tremendous.I ca..</description>
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			<title>MY HERO</title>
			<description>Just clowning around in a playful mood.</description>
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			<title>PONDERING MY LIFE AND LOVE</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Many nights I lie awake, alone and musing, so I decided to write it down. I have often wondered over the years why I have gotten into so many relationships where I was hurt. Since God is love and I have chosen to allow Him to flow through me to others I shouldn't be hurt. Right? Un..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/448056/</link>
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			<title>MEMORIES OF MY BELOVED FRIEND, DAVID</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Momma used to say that you can count all your real, true, and special friends, throughout&amp;nbsp;an entire&amp;nbsp;lifetime, on one hand and still have fingers left over.&amp;nbsp; David was one of those rare few&amp;nbsp;friends, in my life.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>ENCHANTED LOVERS</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;#12288;Softly glowing, fiber optic flowers, Sensuously illuminate the room.Romantic melodies luring lovers,Enticed memories of our honeymoon.&amp;nbsp;Two silhouettes dancing in the shadows,Intimately entwined though not alone,Intensely evoked loving thoughts of you.I ev..</description>
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			<title>MY CYBER FRIEND</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maybe we were passionate lovers,&amp;nbsp;Another&amp;nbsp; world, &amp;rsquo;haps&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;life.Rarely&amp;nbsp; has&amp;nbsp; my&amp;nbsp; soul&amp;nbsp; felt&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; connected,Known, embraced, beloved, as if a wife.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Though in the flesh we have ..</description>
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			<title>HE TOUCHED MY SOUL</title>
			<description>This story is true but most of the names have been changed for obvious reasons. </description>
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			<title>ABC'S  OF  LOVE</title>
			<description>This is my first attempt at an abecedarian poem, which is a special form of an acrostic poem in which
the initial letters of the words beginning each line or stanza spell out the alphabet in order. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/421572/</link>
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			<title>GRAMPY'S  ADVICE</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Hmmm, you're miles away girl.&amp;nbsp; Thinking about that young fella who gave ya those flowers, I'll bet.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kathrine's Grandfather teased as he watched her take a rose from the bouquet and inhale its fragrance.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;I know that l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/420693/</link>
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			<title>MEMORIES  OF  YOU</title>
			<description>Last year my children asked me to write an &quot;In Loving Memory&quot; poem for their father who passed away on Fathers Day, 5 years earlier.  So, that is why the poem says '5 years'  even though in a few days, it will actually be 6 years.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/418290/</link>
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			<title>DO YOU ?</title>
			<description>DO YOU ?&amp;nbsp;This world seems cold, full of evil and hate;Causing us to tremble.....ponder our fate.Many look around for someone to blame,Listen to the news, searching for a name.Here's a novel thought, you'll not like to hear.Turn off that TV!.....Now look in the mirror.&amp;quot..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/406108/</link>
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			<title>CONFUSION</title>
			<description>I recently found this first real poem I had written 40+ years ago, in my mid teens.  So, I hulled it out, dusted it off, revised it a little bit, and am now posting it here. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/405694/</link>
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			<title>MOTHERS'  DAY (from a Mother's perspective)</title>
			<description>Years after my own mother had passed away, I was asked to write a poem for Mothers' Day.  Well, the more I looked for inspiration the harder it was.  Then one night, I woke up in the middle of the night to scribble this on paper.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/403125/</link>
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			<title>DONNIE</title>
			<description>I wrote this a long time ago, while I was grieving the loss of this friend.  But I still get a tear in my eye when I think of him.  I just want to share him with my friends here.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/400625/</link>
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			<title>CAUGHT  OFF  GUARD</title>
			<description>CAUGHT&amp;nbsp; OFF&amp;nbsp; GUARD&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My heart was heavily guardedNo one could see the me insideOthers saw the face I showed themPast hurts made my walls fortified&amp;nbsp;I had moved into my own placeAnd finally found peace of mind As a woman of the nineties ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/394090/</link>
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			<title>THE WAY</title>
			<description>THE WAY &amp;quot;Follow all the laws and rules,&amp;quot; some sayAnd you&amp;rsquo;ll make it to heaven one day''Its laid out in black and white,'' they sayThere&amp;rsquo;s no room for any shades of grayThe same would cast stones, if you dare straySo many stumble and fall in dismay..</description>
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			<title>MY CHILD</title>
			<description>When my youngest daughter was 17, she had a concrete streetlight fall on her.  It was a hard ordeal to watch her go through so much pain and surgery.  But thank God, she is alive and well today.  Sitting by her bedside, this poem came to me.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/391472/</link>
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			<title>MY FORTRESS</title>
			<description>MY FORTRESSI know you have been deeply hurt&amp;nbsp;By another, long ago........ You're afraid to get involved But there's something you should knowI too.....lived within a fortress With my heart guarded deep inside No-one could get past my wallsOr even guess how much I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/390877/</link>
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			<title>WHAT IS LOVE???</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;  WHAT IS LOVE ??? Love is a word which is used and abused perhaps more than any other, yet it is often the least understood or explained. The smallest of infants, newly born, even before birth, know love, need love, yearn for it and thrive on it. The absence of love creates pr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/388705/</link>
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			<title>RENEW  ME  LORD</title>
			<description>RENEW&amp;nbsp; ME&amp;nbsp; LORD&amp;nbsp; When Jesus walked upon the earth From the crowds He often withdrew&amp;nbsp; He needed rest and time alone&amp;nbsp; So his strength He could renew&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Now some may wonder what He did  To exhaust Him to such a degree He heale..</description>
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			<title>THROUGH THE STORMS OF LIFE</title>
			<description>THROUGH THE STORMS OF LIFELord, thank you for your compassionAnd the assurance you'll always careAs the psalmist said, &amp;quot;If  I go to theDepths of hell, you are with me there&amp;quot;And through this time of miseryOf both great loss and painI cry out, &amp;quot;Lord please hold on ..</description>
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			<title>EDUCATION</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; EDUCATION&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;More education is the nation's cryYou always need more knowledge and more factsSo you can afford a life worth livingPrecise wisdom is what this theory lacks&amp;nbsp;Riches alone will never fulfill youThe best books of knowledge are incompleteRewarding l..</description>
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			<title>INSIGHT</title>
			<description>INSIGHTIf&amp;nbsp; I always had warm sunshineAnd never saw clouds or rainI would take the sun for grantedTime, and time, and time again&amp;nbsp;If my life was filled with gladnessAnd seldom a hurt or painI would never grow in wisdomA naive child I'd remain&amp;nbsp;For trials and..</description>
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			<title>LOST IN BATTLE</title>
			<description>I do not mean to slight the many women who now join the armed forces and risk their lives alongside the men.  But way back when I was young, it was young men who were drafted and called into battle. This was written from such a  mother's view point.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/384616/</link>
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			<title>HARVEY</title>
			<description>HARVEY Harvey was just a boy in the 'Roaring Twenties&amp;quot;When his family split apartMaking him seem different in his timeShort and slight and the youngest childAs a target for bullies, he was primeSo he learned to survive as best he couldWith a tough and obnoxious shell..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/384237/</link>
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			<title>THE GAME</title>
			<description>Many think of dating, and even love as a game.  But, sometimes, when they least expect it, their game  turns unexpectedly to reality as their hearts gets caught up in the web of romance.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenH/383868/</link>
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			<title>MY FRAGILE HEART</title>
			<description>This is not about a new experience but rather is based on something that happened a few months after my 26 year marriage ended....when I was lonely and very vulnerable.  So please, do not feel bad for me now....I learn some hard lessons from it.</description>
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			<title>WOEFUL  WALTZ</title>
			<description>As a small child I loved music and would listen closely to the songs my parents were listening to on the radio or records.  But, I never realized until recently how some of the songs, coupled with the abuse I suffered, warped my view of life and love.</description>
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			<title>SEASONS / REASONS</title>
			<description>SEASONS / REASONS &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He's only a child, not yet thirteen&amp;nbsp;But his eyes are the saddest that I've ever seen&amp;nbsp; Lord, help him to find the strength to go on Fill his lonely heart with your joy and a song&amp;nbsp;It's been said, these are the best year..</description>
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			<title>COME HOLY SPIRIT</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;COME HOLY SPIRIT&amp;nbsp;I first heard of my Savior in schoolWhen my teacher taught the Lord's PrayerThen Mrs. Gundill read us Bible storiesAnd assured us Jesus will always careBut at home His name wasn't mentionedUnless it was taken in vainSo alone, I would sing, &amp;quo..</description>
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			<title>LIFE'S SEASONS</title>
			<description>We can learn much from nature as we take the time to really see it and reflect upon it.</description>
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			<title>THE  HAVEN  OF  LOVE</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; THE&amp;nbsp; HAVEN&amp;nbsp; OF&amp;nbsp; LOVE&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Love is not just a word or a feelingNor the &amp;quot;heart throb&amp;quot; and emotions that keep our heads reelingIt's a decision to care regardless of who is beside usSeeking God's hand and wisdom to g..</description>
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			<title>HEAD OF THE HOUSEHOLD</title>
			<description>HEAD OF THE HOUSEHOLDHe seemed too good to be trueAnd she quickly lost her headShe'd never known such passionIn a short time they were wedBut it only took a few daysTo discover her groom's other sideHe suddenly became very possessiveFilled with jealousy and false pride..</description>
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