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			<title>Gold-trimed Plates</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Get out! Go to work and earn a living!&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;It was a scream heard throughout the sunny little neighborhood of Woodberry. All anyone could think was that &amp;lsquo;they&amp;rsquo; were at it again. &amp;lsquo;They,&amp;rsquo; the couple on the corner. The tall blonde, wasted in stress, her once..</description>
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			<title>Gold-trimmed Plates</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Get out! Go to work and earn a living!&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;It was a scream heard throughout the sunny little neighborhood of Woodberry. All anyone could think was that &amp;lsquo;they&amp;rsquo; were at it again. &amp;lsquo;They,&amp;rsquo; the couple on the corner. The tall blonde, wasted in stress, he..</description>
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			<title>the moon is dead</title>
			<description>a little poem that came to me one night</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/highflyer/371627/</link>
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			<title>Off-Limits</title>
			<description>a short poem</description>
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