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			<title>It's A Funny Old World</title>
			<description>Not my usual sort of thing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chekovchameleon/1478850/</link>
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			<title>Hibiscus </title>
			<description>Coming to the fore&amp;nbsp;For a momentary injectionOf light or meaning.Kisses the day, withers,And is forgotten.A thought in Bedlam. &amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chekovchameleon/1282800/</link>
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			<title>Love?</title>
			<description>	I shall try toexplain, a fear as it is;When in adjacentseats, strangers do meet,Or more so, do notmeet.The brushing ofshoulders And fingersthrough hairWith no glance metAnd no wordsshared.The folly of silentmiseries.What introductionwould suffice?Drama ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chekovchameleon/1186905/</link>
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			<title>Hanging Over </title>
			<description>Where will we be in our wandering hours,When the quarter light splits the nightAnd we toll the dreaded dower?Recalling divine heroes of mendacious dreams;Clad with charm and courageTo win the heart of fair maiden.Never a vile wretch of visceral intent;Hound laden.&amp;nbsp;We never question its worth,Tr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chekovchameleon/1183388/</link>
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			<title>The Captain and The Sea</title>
			<description>Words.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chekovchameleon/1169425/</link>
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			<title>Nameless</title>
			<description>Transitional periods in life can be defined by our nameless associates. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chekovchameleon/1115156/</link>
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			<title>The Hands That Know</title>
			<description>Maybe time is not on our side?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chekovchameleon/1115147/</link>
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			<title>Schooldays</title>
			<description>We live and die in schools</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chekovchameleon/1114958/</link>
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			<title>Tree</title>
			<description>Life withers, trees grow.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chekovchameleon/1114948/</link>
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			<title>Art</title>
			<description>Abstract structured blank verse.</description>
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