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		<description>The original writings of author Enrico </description>
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			<title>psychedelic flowers</title>
			<description>a HIGH school poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enrico/1120295/</link>
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			<title>the night</title>
			<description>The lights of the city nightreflect from the dark waterthe river flowsover stone and earthtree stumps and rootsthe beautiful soundswater splashingtrees rustling in the windcars honking over the bridgepeople talking in the nighti sit and watchnothing else but watch the night..</description>
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			<title>soup line</title>
			<description>i eat at the local community soup line and its a very interesting place at times.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enrico/1119599/</link>
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			<title>a bus ride</title>
			<description>From the window of this bus i seea church and a drug raidi smell something awfulis it this big guy or this old woman?the agents rush in the brown house asa janitor comes from the churchholding a rake and a cigeretteits gota be this big guyi have to change seatsthe grizzly man sta..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enrico/1119588/</link>
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			<title>fed up</title>
			<description>inspired by the recent shootings all over the news</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enrico/1118894/</link>
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			<description>The rain dropsthe melting snowruns down the drivewayinto the oily mucka black puddlesignifies darknessthe purple winter skybeautiful in its waymelting iciclesthe water fallsto the muddy earthmother reveals herselfthe rain dropsthe melting snow</description>
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