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			<title>this just how i dance</title>
			<description>Verse 1Up in the morning, ready to roll,&amp;nbsp;Got my kicks on and it's time to goDown the street to the place I knowWhere the people's cool the mood's mellow &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Chorus&amp;nbsp;I step up in the joint,They're playing my jamI'm doing my thing,How only I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/1349537/</link>
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			<title>share ya love</title>
			<description>Short ChorusShare ya love with me, I won't leave you hanging,Save your hugs for me, baby I won't turn you down,Verse1Come walk with me,Through the streets or by the sea,Footloose and fancy free,Hand in hand, carelessly,In the shade by a treeCan I steal a kiss or..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/1344827/</link>
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			<title>Trying out some jokes.</title>
			<description>I like to think I'm funny. God certainly thinks so because he made me short, chubby and white.&amp;nbsp;And placed me in the ghetto.&amp;nbsp;I worked off the weight but I still spend hours in the tanning salon... And the rack is a pain.&amp;nbsp;You'd think I'd just have moved away instead.&amp;nbsp;I found out so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/1327994/</link>
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			<title>BLRe</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/809204/</link>
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			<title>Get Loose</title>
			<description>Get loose, yeah, get loose, y'all,Hit the dance floor and let loose, y'all,Get loose, yeah, get loose, y'all,Get on up and shake your kaboose, y'all(It's a song I'm writing, I wanted it up here as proof of copyright so that writerscafe.org can help me if I ever run into legal problems with it...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/725165/</link>
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			<title>Take A Picture</title>
			<description>A song I'm starting to write. I would like people's opinions on it. It's just the chorus so far.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/704111/</link>
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			<title>Episode 1 - Red Head Speedskater</title>
			<description>It was nearing 10pm, and some people in suits were asleep on the bench. One man, having lost the race for a seat, was leaning against one of the pillars holding up the underground station, with his briefcase on the floor beside him. His eyelids were also drooping as he drifted towards unconsciousnes..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/700386/</link>
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			<title>No Matter What</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/700378/</link>
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			<title>The Eyes That I Once Knew</title>
			<description>I can't look into your eyes no more,'Cuz there's something missing, inside of you,I couldn't tell you what it is for sure,But there's nothing left of the eyes that I once knew...Yeah, there's nothing left of the eyes that I once knew...Yeah, there's nothing left, there's nothin' left of you...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/668134/</link>
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			<title>*To be confirmed*</title>
			<description>Jay could see the small stone bridge just ahead. He reacted swiftly as his black hair fell across his eyes; Pushing it away from his face, he turned to his companion. Though she looked his age, she was almost a head smaller than his 5'8&quot; self. Her pale blue jeans were three-quarter length,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/662222/</link>
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			<title>To The Sky</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/662110/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Flashbacks</title>
			<description>Chapter 1: FlashbacksJay could see the small stone bridge just ahead. He reacted swiftly as his black hair fell across his eyes; Pushing it away from his face, he turned to his companion. Though she looked his age, she was almost a head smaller than his 5'8&quot; self. Her pale blue jeans were three-quar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/568551/</link>
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			<title>PAWS</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/568550/</link>
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			<title>Random Draft</title>
			<description>Alone.&quot;I think, therefore I am.&quot;What can we believe to exist? We are fed sensory data.The source can only be determine by our senses. But if there is a controller of this sensory data, then it can choose to tell us our skin sends us data, that we can see our skin. That our nose sends us data.So who ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/548326/</link>
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			<title>Changes...</title>
			<description>Changes... The whole world changes...Change is something we cannot stop; we cannot even attempt to prevent it, for if we are to prevent change we must first create change, and thus, we have defeated our intention.Life changes so much, I really can't keep upwith all the people passing throu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/454242/</link>
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			<title>Some Tune Thingy - Not finished!</title>
			<description>Bumpin' bumpin', feel the bass,Get freaky like outta space,Get hasty like it's a race,Coz tonight we bringing down the place,Turn the speakers up, make the ground vibrate,Girl, just jump in, don't hesitate,Your booty and the music are suited like fate,Destiny gonna' take you on a date,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/428744/</link>
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			<title>Poem in M</title>
			<description>Inspired and suggested by Melissa, currently one of my newest friends.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/424216/</link>
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			<title>Maybe...</title>
			<description>Inspired by a relatively new friend who makes me feel like I've known her longer...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daz3626/424213/</link>
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			<title>Practise Practise</title>
			<description>Practise</description>
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