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		<description>The original writings of author Oceana</description>
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			<title>Shame over Sentimentality</title>
			<description>I've 101 read requests and a contest to judge. It's been awhile. I'm sorry, I&quot;ll be better.
This is what's been happening in the meantime</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1202891/</link>
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			<title>For B</title>
			<description>For my niece and my goddaughter on her first birthday. B, I'm so sorry we've never met. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1182202/</link>
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			<title>Over</title>
			<description>over when it's over</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1181005/</link>
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			<title>Cigarette</title>
			<description>baby, light me up</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1180202/</link>
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			<title>I Do Not</title>
			<description>I am not in love with you </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1179622/</link>
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			<title>You are Art</title>
			<description>personified poetry</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1179573/</link>
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			<title>Regrets Only</title>
			<description>It's as though he binds up all the hatred that has ever existed in his body
..
And directs it in a look toward me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1179458/</link>
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			<title>Advice to the Girl Across the Circle</title>
			<description>She's doing exactly what I once did. I hate her, but I hate him more.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1179013/</link>
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			<title>Some Snow Would be Nice</title>
			<description>Boston </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1178787/</link>
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			<title>4th Period</title>
			<description>Graphs and grafts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1178433/</link>
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			<title>Hell Week</title>
			<description>It's finals, guys. 
Can't wait to memorize 46 pages of chemistry concepts to forget it all the moment I finish my exam. 
And that's just one of my five classes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1178423/</link>
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			<title>Contact</title>
			<description>release</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1178290/</link>
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			<title>Pentecost Sunday</title>
			<description>I went to church today</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1177878/</link>
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			<title>Tu Es Romam</title>
			<description>I am a lover of the Empire</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1177877/</link>
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			<title>Hockey</title>
			<description>Because it's the Cup. Go B's</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1177818/</link>
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			<title>A Sharp Realization at the Shore</title>
			<description>The beach poem's a rite of passage, eh? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1177718/</link>
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			<title>1:00 AM Routine</title>
			<description>I don't know where this came from or how it happened</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1177416/</link>
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			<title>Air</title>
			<description>There's too many maybes in love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1177402/</link>
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			<title>The Breastplate</title>
			<description>I never asked to be awake at 2 am during finals week with fluidity.
Really, I didn't.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1175852/</link>
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			<title>A Question of Anatomy</title>
			<description>What are we made of, really?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1175841/</link>
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			<title>An Account of the Woman With (Almost) Two Faces</title>
			<description>My school in SoFla has been looking to hire new English teachers. The candidates have been teaching lessons in my class. This is my account of the most recent one. Yes, I do this with everyone I see.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1171595/</link>
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			<title>fireball temptations</title>
			<description>written on a plane, because i once went to a party.
the plane ride did not happen as a result of the party, &amp; a party did not happen as a result of the plane ride.
(not)two separate entities</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceana/1107915/</link>
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