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			<title>Clothes</title>
			<description>I put my clothes onin the morning&amp;nbsp;and then I forget&amp;nbsp;about them.My clothes don&amp;rsquo;t mind,at least,they don&amp;rsquo;t say anything,but I appreciatewhat they do for me.They work hardto keep me warm, andI am a writer,an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cwwood/1124160/</link>
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			<title>the way we look at each other</title>
			<description>free verse</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cwwood/1124156/</link>
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			<title>love is just another device</title>
			<description>free verse, black mountain school style</description>
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			<title>Go Home America, You're Drunk</title>
			<description>This country todayIs like gettingDrunk at a party.At home,Before you go,You&amp;rsquo;d rather stay homeAnd smoke pot,But you convinceYourself its &amp;ldquo;social&amp;rdquo;To go,That you should,And when you get there,You realiz..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cwwood/1109120/</link>
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			<title>Ordinary Average Nights</title>
			<description>stuck in a rut</description>
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			<title>satisfaction</title>
			<description>It was late when she got homeand he was sitting in the dark.The smell of whiskey was so strongit cut through the cloud of smoke like the knife in his hand.&quot;What are you doing?&quot; she asked,&quot;we don't smoke inside.&quot;But he wasn't listening anymore..</description>
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			<title>Aesthetics</title>
			<description>free verse, and short.  Just the way I like it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cwwood/1108579/</link>
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			<title>Master Mason</title>
			<description>Short story about communication, and relationships</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cwwood/1108487/</link>
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			<title>Alone at the Bar Again</title>
			<description>A slightly experimental, slightly non-fictional account of a scene in a bar</description>
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