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			<description>&amp;nbsp;i have always thoughtnothing is more&amp;nbsp;right&amp;nbsp;than a blank&amp;nbsp;canvas&amp;nbsp;a mirror blinded&amp;nbsp;by passing reflections&amp;nbsp;thinking of not a soulwhen one glances&amp;nbsp;out the windownothing is more&amp;nbsp;right&amp;nbsp;than the contradiction of&amp;nbsp;empt..</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;surprised,&amp;nbsp;you seem&amp;nbsp;how i know so much about your&amp;nbsp;culturebut stand naked to my own&amp;nbsp;misconceived,&amp;nbsp;you expresshow i can muse about&amp;nbsp;purposes&amp;nbsp;but contradict my words instantly&amp;nbsp;stay mystery&amp;nbsp;settle</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;this night is like a fever&amp;nbsp;but i am tepidi can be quiet&amp;nbsp;all day longi hear someone&amp;nbsp;unlock the back door&amp;nbsp;each time i lookmy eyes tunnel through the hallthroughthe crooksweaving over&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;underthe..</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;All my highways are longI have not been too true, but I have been kept.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is this silken abeyance a&amp;nbsp;Mere autumnal worship?&amp;nbsp;Should one only expect such&amp;nbsp;Scarlet eyes would be so&amp;nbsp;Heavily hooded?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The search for an identical coils around m..</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Disinterest buried&amp;nbsp;Indifference buried&amp;nbsp;A hawk perches alone&amp;nbsp;On a telephone pole&amp;nbsp;All too aware of the&amp;nbsp;Red electricity&amp;nbsp;Under his clenching talons&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here today.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;Little hollows&amp;nbsp;Where eyes should be&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Too extreme&amp;nbsp;Too abstractClocked much with&amp;nbsp;Too fine an instrument&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Identical answers&amp;nbsp;Equivocal intent&amp;nbsp;Indistinct&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nebulous idealsUnwhispered&amp;nbsp;Unconfessed&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;SAFETY ZONE&amp;nbsp;ONE MUST WEAR GOGGLES TO GO PAST&amp;nbsp;THIS&amp;nbsp;POINT&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sculpture and welding students:&amp;nbsp;All work must be cleared out before&amp;nbsp;August 29, 2009--------&amp;nbsp;A tumble of newsprint rolled and tied with a snapped rubberband rested unevenly i..</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;this little life&amp;nbsp;in an orbkey&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;cosmic qualities in&amp;nbsp;pinks and greens and starsand bells&amp;nbsp;once&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nb..</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;We mix,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Automobile&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aeroplane&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Telephone&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Collect_call/449705/</link>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;dissimilationcalling&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;folding the clay of&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;or the process&amp;nbsp;of imitation&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;the crazy one&amp;nbsp;sits&amp;nbsp;and waves&amp;nbsp;the cards she has&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;instead of fingers&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with envy envy envy&amp;nbsp;she was greenor something else&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but captured&amp;nbsp;plainlycaged&amp;nbsp;by the sweet blond&amp;nbs..</description>
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