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		<description>The original writings of author Tobias Wall</description>
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			<title>In My Tower, Part I</title>
			<description>This begins the series of poems that I write reflecting on my sophomore year of college...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/443430/</link>
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			<title>Isn't it American?</title>
			<description>I saw something on Sunday, August 2, 2009, that reaffirmed my belief that baseball is still America's favorite pass time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/438860/</link>
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			<title>Something Swing</title>
			<description>Just in a trance here...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/437807/</link>
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			<title>Bad Luck Cowpoke</title>
			<description>A story about a cowboy somewhere out West who is very clumsy and unlucky. Boy, he tries hard...but things just never go his way!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/435036/</link>
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			<title>Comin' in Hot!</title>
			<description>I wrote this, on a whim, to my three roomates for this upcoming year at college...you'll find I'm very excited!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/434676/</link>
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			<title>Scatterbrained...WTF.</title>
			<description>My thoughts, beginning at 1:58 AM Friday, the 17th of July. Ends at 2:14.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/432600/</link>
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			<title>Desk Job Nightmare, or No Robots Allowed</title>
			<description>When I wake up every dayI'd prefer to ignore the alarmTelling me I might be late to workSince I never set the damned thingIn the first place.When I dress, I have the mentalityThat ties and pressed shirts are best usedFor weddings or funerals,Since my doctrine clearly states somewhere..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/431348/</link>
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			<title>Oh Sad Eyes</title>
			<description>To her, who melts me straight to Hell and gone when she chances to look my way.</description>
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			<title>What?</title>
			<description>huh?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/429302/</link>
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			<title>The Moon, The Shadow, The Canyon, and I</title>
			<description>Another one of these &quot;daydreams&quot; I suffer in the wee hours of the morning...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/428970/</link>
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			<title>A Dream of Music</title>
			<description>The images here presented came to me during a &quot;daydream&quot; that occurred around 2am back in December '08. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/428963/</link>
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			<title>Hands Across the Water</title>
			<description>I can't really describe this one...you try to.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/428961/</link>
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			<title>11:34</title>
			<description>Essay and Poetry thrown together.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/428956/</link>
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			<title>...sanctify the night</title>
			<description>An essay, of sorts, though probably more an outpouring of emotion than anything else. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/428955/</link>
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			<title>Ode to a weekend, Slow in coming</title>
			<description>As anticipation towards one of my many weekend journeys was building, these verses came to me late one night.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/426924/</link>
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			<title>Folly/Untitled</title>
			<description>FollyI am thirsty for the calm, deep waters of comfort.I wish to be in a place where I can rest. I often wonder if man still comes from dust,Since it is in mud where he does his best.&amp;nbsp;...&amp;nbsp;Dream up a dream that opens your eyes,Send me the world, send me your smile.Look u..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/426919/</link>
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			<title>Gently Moves the Breeze</title>
			<description>Comments on how taking a moment alone in the breeze can settle the angst of young, restless minds.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tcwall/422880/</link>
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