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			<title>I Knew Her</title>
			<description>A father saves his son from the abuse of the mother.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PlaidPants/1143925/</link>
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			<title>Then &amp; Now</title>
			<description>Kind of pointless, but hey. It's better than being blocked, which I rather am.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PlaidPants/500024/</link>
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			<title>Ink Stains</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Say, what&amp;rsquo;s your rush,What&amp;rsquo;s your hurry?Can&amp;rsquo;t you hang around,Just a little longer, dear?I&amp;rsquo;ve got, here, I&amp;rsquo;ve gotSomething to show you.Won&amp;rsquo;t you come closerAnd take a peek, just a peek.Take my hand, I promiseThe stains won&amp;rsquo;t rub..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PlaidPants/466614/</link>
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			<title>Little Miss Arson</title>
			<description>Her shadows were greatAs she danced before her fire.&amp;quot;Such beauty...&amp;quot;She whispered, admiring the brilliant flames.Ember eyes smolderedAnd she longed to touch themBut, sadly, she knew better.The burns had spoken loudly.&amp;quot;Such grace...&amp;quot;The vibrant colors danced,le..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PlaidPants/437317/</link>
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			<title>Flementine Manor</title>
			<description>Just a small something for a competition elsewhere. &quot;If I Had A Million Dollars.&quot;
Visit Flementine Manor and enjoy a Gingerbread Sonnet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PlaidPants/437291/</link>
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			<title>Descent</title>
			<description>A sonnet written for English.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PlaidPants/410554/</link>
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			<title>No Longer</title>
			<description>Another stream of wonderingsPasses through my mindI never thought I'd see the dayThat I had to watch from behindThe pictures my eyes portrayDrip with the unfamiliarMy thoughts in such disarrayI find it hard just to beYour opinion matters not anymoreEven if I could hearYour wo..</description>
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