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			<description>she has a window for hopeand the stars to get awayto remind herthat distance still exists,can still be achievedregardless of odds,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; expectations,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; flesh and filler wallswalls that steadily are closing together&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/569580/</link>
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			<title>Truth In Advertising</title>
			<description>all true.  why do I share this?  I don't know.  blame it on bukowski.  read twice.  7/14/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/431670/</link>
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			<title>All I Need To Learn In Life, I Learned By Three Years Old</title>
			<description>Prose-Poetry.  be forwarned ... I find this story to leave me with an uneasy feeling.  partly because the story is true and partly because the lesson I learned turned out to be true.  This style was a bit of an experiment.  Read at your own risk. 7/14/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/431520/</link>
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			<title>A Lesson In The Lore</title>
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... sometimes we all fall into a rut but there are people who have fallen into much worse, I assure you. and yes, I realize that there is some debate on the final claim ... my vote says they're there ;) 7/12/09

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/431342/</link>
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			<title>Oh, The Horror!</title>
			<description>pretty simple, short and sweet.  speaks for itself (I hope).  7/11/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/430238/</link>
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			<title>The Fragile Expression Of Fancy Animals</title>
			<description>appreciation and hope without the blips and computers chips ;)   7/10/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/430054/</link>
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			<title>Response To The Walls Of Dead Breath</title>
			<description>I was written a few days back by a woman (that i'd given a positive review to) who was flaunting her vast education while equating my writing with &quot;lessers&quot; and the &quot;lower class&quot;.  I accept her accusations whole heartedly and as a badge of honor.  7/9/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/429163/</link>
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			<title>Am I : A Missive Of Manifest</title>
			<description>stream of consciousness questions that will never be revealed ... until the future meets the past.  it's one of those pen to paper things ... don't hurt yourself ;)  7/6/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/428595/</link>
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			<title>Paean Reverie</title>
			<description>... wanted to write something a little more &quot;positive&quot; than my usual and found a strange little hippie that hides in my hateful heart.  7/6/09  whirled peas and birkenstocks dude.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/428470/</link>
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			<title>Few Tissue: And The Bond Therein</title>
			<description>life, as viewed today and through a veil of surgical pains. June 26th, 2009. followers of form shall not be impressed, many others shall be unimpressed likewise.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/428410/</link>
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			<title>Creation/Crush</title>
			<description>analysis of a first attempt.  7/5/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/428075/</link>
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			<title>An Open Eye On Latent Lives</title>
			<description>it's difficult to mourn an unexamined life and cnn will continue when your clicker's sold at goodwill.  leave a little something, live a little something.  an exercise in simplicity.  7/3/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/427565/</link>
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			<title>Most Beautiful Poem (On Earth)</title>
			<description>an imagining of the earth, minus one factor.  7/2/09</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/427268/</link>
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			<title>Curious Casualty Of C&amp;#7847;n Th&amp;#417;</title>
			<description>a horrific experience simplified.  7/1/09 (6 years later)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/426848/</link>
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			<title>Bleeding.  Through. </title>
			<description>some of you may notice a line in the beginning and end of this poem similar to the beginning and end of Walt Whitman's &quot;I Saw In Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing&quot;.  There are reasons for this as you shall soon see (hopefully). 6/30/09 </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/426637/</link>
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			<title>Branching Out Of Cache</title>
			<description>we are capable of more.  June 29, 2009</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/426199/</link>
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			<title>It Is My Wish To Be Feral</title>
			<description>a poem for &quot;the others&quot;, the real and the few that still possess truth.  June 28, 2009</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/425961/</link>
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			<title>Living Now For The Latter</title>
			<description>an appreciation of art, artists and people who try.  written 6/27/09.  it's hot.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSPrivette/425526/</link>
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