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			<title>The Goddess</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The Goddess*&amp;nbsp;They shoved you in a cageWith hurtful hands like sandpaperThey lock you up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;We love you,&amp;rdquo; they say.&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;ldquo;Am..</description>
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			<title>Breakfast on Pluto </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;This is where the lady in the shoe&amp;rsquo;s sister lives.&amp;nbsp;She shares her home with gnomes and fruit flies.&amp;nbsp;She is like a tiny Alice in the forest, sometimes gettingLost for days in pollen storms. Running around in circlesin the brightly-colored maze, until at last she sees her..</description>
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			<title>Omega </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;On Sundays we had a beef stew special that came with a soup, salad, bread, coffee, and dessert for less than what I got paid an hour.It was a magnet for cheap people,&amp;nbsp;people who were fussy and mean and bitter and hated to tip.Their coffee was too hot or their bread wasn&amp;rsquo;t butt..</description>
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			<title>Found </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Time has been stolen from me, cursed.Bold vision reveals clocks in a linear fashion.&amp;nbsp;Abandon all laws for survival,adhere to the desolate westerly winds.&amp;nbsp;An omen, circling my head.an orbit of good fortune.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Memoirs of a Ripple</title>
			<description>The legacy of 2 people. </description>
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			<title>Her house </title>
			<description>A description of a young girl's best friend's house </description>
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			<title>&amp;#1079;&amp;#1084;&amp;#1077;&amp;#1081;</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The tuna salad recipe called for two boiled eggs. Two organic boiled eggs that looked too much like they were about to hatch in the boiling pot of water; threatening to burst open with chicks that would immediately cry out for something I could never provide. I really wondered what the differe..</description>
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			<title>Marlboro </title>
			<description>&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;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The water drops echoed like thunder.They w..</description>
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