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			<title>The Blakemore Sparrows</title>
			<description>I wrote this a month ago when my friend was getting married to his girl. </description>
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			<title>We, Who Are Juniper Bends</title>
			<description>We, who are juniper bendspass by in torrents, upheavalTo break the vows of solemn oaks,and bend the branches of pretty girls. </description>
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			<title>She Was</title>
			<description>She was.As was before.Before I broke her,before I made her sore.Dancing, Triumphant, Perennial, Transcendent!I dream-and in my dreamsshe is as before.In those dreams,the dreams of exhaustion,dreams of quivered yearning,I am spotless in her sight.She looks upon me and take delight.She has not been fo..</description>
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			<title>The Unknown Ways</title>
			<description>A poem describing my transition from a place where I no longer belonged, where my friends had begun their growing up process, and I was struggling to find my own. Wisconsin Awaited!</description>
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			<title>The Frizzled Fowl</title>
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			<title>Like Dreamers Do</title>
			<description>Give me a minute and I'll give you the free,songbird hope of this innocent boy glee.This poor old dog, well he dreamed and dreamed,and well there he still sits, dying and dreaming away.And if you ask me, ain't nothing quite so bad,as these sleepy-eyed kids just dreaming of ..</description>
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