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			<title>I am the Moon</title>
			<description>I am the moonand you are the ocean.&amp;nbsp;I am the moonfor while I may leave you,you know I will always be back.&amp;nbsp;You are the oceanfor you are beautiful and calmand yet you can be destructive and angry.&amp;nbsp;I am the moonfor I seem bright and cheerfulbut you always know ..</description>
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			<title>Why Risk Falling in Love?</title>
			<description>Why fall in love?Why risk all the heart ache?The pain you feel when they leave.All the time spent waiting for them to come backto have them leave again?Why leave yourself so venerable?Why get your hopes so highand then let them come crashing down?Why risk all the argumentsand the h..</description>
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			<title>Simpler Days</title>
			<description>Do you remember the dayswhen everything was so much simpler?Every day was an adventure waiting to happen.&amp;nbsp;The only drug you knew was cough syrup...The only wrappers you liked came on candy bars...The only thing you got from girls was cooties...The only curses you knew came from Ha..</description>
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			<title>Drum Line</title>
			<description>You feel it pounding in your chest,pounding so hard breathing becomes difficult.It rushed through you,but leaves no traceexcept for the pounding in your ears.&amp;nbsp;It rushes out your fingertipsand disappears for everbut you still fell it there.&amp;nbsp;It sounds precise and clean,..</description>
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