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			<title>CACTUS VERSE FROM ARIZONA</title>
			<description> A pre-dawn morning in a desert valleyFeels like a perfect air-conditioned room -The purest air - without a bed in sightThat wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have a needle or a snake,Or Valley Fever hidden in the sand.&amp;nbsp;It is a landscape full of ancient wordsLike poetry that ..</description>
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			<title>PITY THE CRITIC</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Just cause an alcoholic kicked the bottle...Does not mean they have picked the lock to GodWhat you are still faced with, is their addiction...For needing to be right at your expense.Just cause you go to therapy all yearDoes not mean that you are a therapistA..</description>
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