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			<title>A******s In The City</title>
			<description>There once was a man, as brilliant as can be,lived out west, but decided to move to the city.&amp;nbsp;He was a farmer, a cowboy, an all out southerner.Wanted to see buildings instead of so much land.&amp;nbsp;He packed everything up on his horse and buggy.Moved to New York without much money.&amp;nbsp;He got h..</description>
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			<title>A Dream Of All Dreams.</title>
			<description>A sight worth looking at. That's how I felt at first glimpse.&amp;nbsp;Now I stare into blue eyesas your&amp;nbsp;hands feel my body.&amp;nbsp;I trace your jaw line with fragile fingers.&amp;nbsp;I touch you where you ask.I kiss you where I please.&amp;nbsp;A dark misty night.A night I've alwa..</description>
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			<title>Life.</title>
			<description>Fully living.Dangerous.Carefree.&amp;nbsp;Stupid mistakes,later regreted.&amp;nbsp;The past is what I used to know.The future is a stranger.The present is my friend.&amp;nbsp;I live for now.I don't dread on what has happened in life.I won't stress over what is to come.&amp;nbsp;I strug..</description>
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			<title>Bullied.</title>
			<description>Little boy, 6 years old. Parents never around.Playing on the swingset all alone.No one will acknowledge his existance.&amp;nbsp;Growing up without saying a word. Now 12 years of age.Other boys pick and tease him.'He's so small.''He's so quiet.''He's so weird.'He cries himself to sl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Llower96/1128524/</link>
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			<title>Your eyes.</title>
			<description>As I look into your eyes,I see more than just the blue.I see your past, your present, and your dreams.&amp;nbsp;You ask if I see your future.I can't exactly tell you.It's hard to say that I do, baby, when I really don't.&amp;nbsp;&quot;You're future is not seen by my eyes. When I look into your b..</description>
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			<title>Let Yourself Shine.</title>
			<description>Everyone's different.No two people are the same.&amp;nbsp;Be yourself,don't go insane.&amp;nbsp;Don't hide who you are.&amp;nbsp;You are a shining star.&amp;nbsp;If you have an idea.Let it flow.&amp;nbsp;Don't blind it,let it show.&amp;nbsp;If someone has a problem with who you are,they'..</description>
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