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			<description>Remember when the days were longAnd rolled beneath a deep blue skyDidnt have a care in the worldWith mommy and daddy standing byWhen happily ever after failsAnd weve been poisoned by these fairy talesThe lawyers dwell on small detailsSince daddy had to flyBut I know a place where we ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirkodell/458924/</link>
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			<title>Entangled Destiny</title>
			<description>A reflection of a night in the desert...</description>
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			<title>Take notice </title>
			<description>My heart pounds as you pass by my doorLife I dreamt I had once; almost folkloreYou smile, you laugh, at my ridiculous jokesI fawn and I pant on my insidious lokeI'm holding it in; not letting it showThough you have been yet, my most inticing beauI know what I want, yet you are indehiscen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirkodell/444095/</link>
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			<title>Leftovers</title>
			<description>You think they all care;this facade&amp;nbsp;you put forthDon't build it any longer,lest you have remorseFor the dreams of todayare the regrets of tomorrowDon't fade away,or drift to your sorrowBe who you are,the one who's set freeNot bound up and shakled;someone like me</description>
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			<title>The chase </title>
			<description>Older and wiser, yet foolish and youngHe searches in vain, he's always undoneThey drink and they laugh at the joys they createBut soon he's alone, it's again quite lateHe thinks that they like him, he's sure that they doTomorrow brings new laughs, at his expense-if they chooseAlways reje..</description>
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			<title>Lester's his name!</title>
			<description>Just having fun, writing new lyrics to a popular old tune...can you guess which one? I'll give you a hin't--a dangerous pastime; I know--are original lyrics...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirkodell/443616/</link>
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			<title>Powerful Word </title>
			<description>Hope is a powerful word. To whoever is using it there is an understanding that it is not said without good cause. We, as a people, use it under many different circumstances but usually it is used in the midst of some struggle. In the most recent Presidential campaign it was used extensively to descr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirkodell/442280/</link>
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			<title>Rescue Me </title>
			<description>For all...work in progress</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirkodell/441427/</link>
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			<title>Simplicity rules</title>
			<description>Everyone wants to be so profound..uuuhhh...have fun...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirkodell/441399/</link>
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			<title>Quiet Times </title>
			<description>The beginning of something better...</description>
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			<title>Life </title>
			<description>Our days were filled with wonder and awe, the anticipation of what lie ahead always present. Our minds, gelled over from the continious ribble rabble of the days activities, now led to this triumphant moment. Blistering heat, arctic winds, blinding rain, quarter-size hail; none of it could keep us f..</description>
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