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			<title>Accordion Days </title>
			<description>Part of &quot;The Winter Collection.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamStanhope/775400/</link>
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			<title>The Wolds </title>
			<description>Part of the &quot;Far Away&quot; collection.</description>
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			<title>Your</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Your words exciteMy mind&amp;hellip;Promises to delightMy lipsIncite my lustI find it...So sensualYour voice confirmsThis must&amp;hellip;Echoes of you return to My earsThey hear what they wantI find it&amp;hellip;PoeticalYour touch erodesMy heart&amp;hellip;Its fainting ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamStanhope/441814/</link>
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			<title>The Youth of Today</title>
			<description>This poem was orgininally written for the Lincolnshire Slam Jam 2009, a competition which involved a third of all Lincolnshire Secondary schools. The rules were simple, they had to be written by you, performed by you and within a three minute time limit. </description>
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			<title>In the Shadow of a Cloud</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A lone Dove flew in failing sunIn skies of day, tear-shroudSpiralling through birds last light shone shaftsIn the wakening of a cloud&amp;nbsp;A Whale school swam in waters coldIn waters stained, blood-shroudFloating through fish's aquatic mouldIn the beckoning of a cloud&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Imagination State</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Each night I enter a worldOr worlds where reality stirsDistorted and unfurls theInner eyeSees what sights the plight ofLife just cannot musterAnd acquires certain lustreThat clutters over time inMinds creation&amp;nbsp;I findRedemption to temptationsAnd rid frustrations whi..</description>
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