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			<title>Away from home </title>
			<description>First poem I've written in awhile, been away from home myself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1304574/</link>
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			<title>Another Path </title>
			<description>Inspiration struck wile i was walking today here ya go </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1132595/</link>
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			<title>A Winding Path</title>
			<description>This poem is about mentors we have in life and how people in our lives teach us as we move along. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1115734/</link>
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			<title>And here we go </title>
			<description>I just realized that in the next few mounts my life is going to become very different and a lot depends on the next few days. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1113508/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes </title>
			<description>This was keeping me up and I had to get it out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1110173/</link>
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			<title>10/40</title>
			<description>Poem for the 10/40 Contest </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1107994/</link>
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			<title>Still Water</title>
			<description>A Poem about appearances and turmoil in ones own life that we hide under a charade </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1107251/</link>
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			<title>Sleep </title>
			<description>A girl comes home and is plagued by dreams </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1106211/</link>
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			<title>Dew </title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s not because Ican&amp;rsquo;t feel, it&amp;rsquo;s because it&amp;rsquo;s numb. The pain and the joy have almost becomeone. The rain falls on my face, refreshing and clean. I feel closer to it thanto any one of my dreams. Maybe it&amp;rsquo;s because it feels sad, when it&amp;rsquo;s wet out andcl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1106082/</link>
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			<title>Unfinished Memories </title>
			<description>I don't know if this is considered a poem or not but this is the form it took </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1105551/</link>
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			<title>Little Black Lines </title>
			<description>This is a story that explores the way we see things and how perception is important  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SirTopHat/1105356/</link>
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			<title>Fearful love for your own good</title>
			<description>He was not a man of extraordinary talent, nor was heinadequate in his position. He walked with a modest walk, the way a man who iswalking next to a person of importance would have, but there was never a smilefar from his lips nor a laugh distant from his throat. He moved along brisklyas no..</description>
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