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			<title>America's Cup</title>
			<description>The Cadence sailed in the race that year,the syncopation in aclash, the reflection of the sails in the waterpre-psychedelic, warm, sun drenched, the smell of hot beach sand and hotdogs,candy necklacesThe America's Cup won by the crew of&amp;nbsp;ColumbiaSo much began for al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/806497/</link>
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			<title>Comic Book</title>
			<description>If you can have The Drowning Girl you can elevate the pot head. Anita O'day was high on stage in Newport in 1958. Everybody was high and f*****g.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/806061/</link>
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			<title>The Built Environment</title>
			<description>I.Bottle Caps and Black JackEvocativePersistent need to pay the phone billthen a ring tone blaresTom JonesWhat goes up must come downIt's not funny enough to laugh atthe lack of laughingevocative of trying not to laughmore than of sober thought orsomber moodlike the mood she was in&quot;I can give you th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/783275/</link>
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			<title>Child of The Earth</title>
			<description>Beating my belly on the groundlike a Jerusalem cricket making song.There's a myth they cry like babies, a myth about The Pool Of Memory.And I remembertrustworthy is no myth,my being true doesn't explain anyphenomena. I remember wanting tokeep you safe from loneliness,but I ca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/504621/</link>
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			<title>Outsider</title>
			<description>This is not a timefor pride,for that little movement of darting&amp;nbsp;eyes and crumbled looking fingersstacked together on your lap;for embarrassment,&amp;nbsp;it&amp;rsquo;s not an Apple Store iPhone line,they&amp;rsquo;re here for soup,they were here before,in Malawi for food rations in 2002,in Amsterdam for c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/502668/</link>
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			<title>The Purpose of Life</title>
			<description>I was outta there, I left,I went to encounter the worldso I could get that eccentricunderstanding back,&amp;nbsp;but cry-sakes,I could have had a little spiritbeen a little less maudlin. So what if everything isa damn conceit (as in strained and far-fetched bullshit)this is living--enjoy it--laugh atthe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/498624/</link>
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			<title>El heroe de  picadillo/ Hash-House Hero</title>
			<description>Pete gets home  after a&amp;nbsp; day CAT busing his resumearound town.He puts in a DVD and turns on the tube.Pete has his night defined,&amp;nbsp;he's handed his last few hours,now it's time for bed.&amp;nbsp;This is his life.Just off the shoulder of the Pan-American Highway,Pete lived&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/452226/</link>
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			<title>The Carnie</title>
			<description>a villanelle</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/452046/</link>
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			<title>Roads of time</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;                        &amp;nbsp;Posted by&amp;nbsp;PeteK&amp;nbsp;at Wordmachinist            &amp;nbsp;            &amp;nbsp;I'm all torpid on that bluntedtick-tick ticking away of time crap.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/452045/</link>
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			<title>Under The Big Top</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;                        &amp;nbsp;Posted by&amp;nbsp;PeteK&amp;nbsp;at Wordmachinist            &amp;nbsp;            &amp;nbsp;(1)&amp;nbsp;Quick and out of the water,into the cold air,onto the blueconcrete deck of the municipal pool.Jabbing our elbows at the invisible handswe cre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/452044/</link>
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			<title>Junkyard</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;                        &amp;nbsp;Posted by&amp;nbsp;PeteK&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;August 01, 2009 at Wordmachinist            &amp;nbsp;            I went to the junkyardin North Las Vegasto visit all the Chryslersthat were in my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I got back to your friend's house,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/452042/</link>
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			<title>Deidad Menor/Minor Deity</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Posted by&amp;nbsp;PeteK&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;at Wordmachinist&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;Pete reads the West Coast edition of the New York Timesletters-to-the-editor section,notes the ecology of dissatisfaction,allows the wave to carry him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;II&amp;nbsp;He loo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/452041/</link>
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			<title>El Ultimo Cuento/The Last Story</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;                        &amp;nbsp;Posted by&amp;nbsp;PeteK&amp;nbsp;at 06:21 PM on August 10, 2009 at Wordmachinist            &amp;nbsp;            &amp;nbsp;Pete can not go back to his first wifeafter the second divorceand laugh his a*s off(because that is pretty funny actually) or s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/452039/</link>
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			<title>Walking From 202 East 16th Street into SoHo</title>
			<description>Book will not likely be divided into chapters. Here are the opening few pages.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/440057/</link>
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			<title>Creashak and Jenks</title>
			<description>These events tie into and affect the future and impact the life of the main character (not introduced here).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/434991/</link>
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			<title>Descending, a novel</title>
			<description>This is the story of one man's odd journey into the presence of God.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Man-Alive/434986/</link>
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