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			<title>The Meaning of Life</title>
			<description>The Meaning of Life&amp;nbsp;&amp;#12288;Listen carefully because I have the all important answer, to the question that has plagued the minds of geniuses and idiots alike; What is the meaning of life? One day there is no-one, then the next day you exist, birthed, breed, civilized, categorized, and j..</description>
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			<title>Viva La F**k</title>
			<description>I wonder who made such perfectly descriptive words such as s**t, mother-f****r, damn, f**k, b***h, and a*****e blasphemously indecent. They are the most flawless words ever created, and it&amp;rsquo;s a tragedy that they don&amp;lsquo;t hold a special place in our most infamous of dictionaries; because th..</description>
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			<title>AN OLD TAKE ON A NEW CONVERSATION WITH AN OLD BOYFRIEND</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;WARNING! THE FOLLOWING IS A POEM CONTAINING A NEGATIVE TONE TOWARDS MEN! IF YOU ARE A MAN, WHO DOES IDIOTIC MAN THINGS **DO NOT READ (BUT SEND TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND)&amp;nbsp;ADVISORY IS ADVISED&amp;quot;An Old Take on a New Conversation with an Old Boyfrie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missdivinejacque/466312/</link>
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			<title>Jeanette:  Philandering the Philanderer</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It was an awkward feeling to hear his voice on the other line. Hundreds of thoughts raced through my mind justifying my reasoning in making this call. I could hear his hurried breathing as he uttered, &amp;quot;Hello,&amp;quot; it sounded like he was rushing to answer the phone. His words popped out..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missdivinejacque/466305/</link>
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			<title>Lauren:  The Trouble With Womankind</title>
			<description>Lauren came gliding down the stairs, on an ethereal breeze of grace and white diamond. It had been the longest hardest day, but she got through it. Her day began early in the morning 8:00am botox appointment with doctor Rutgers. It was imperative that the many lines of wisdom encompassing her face..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missdivinejacque/466301/</link>
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			<title>Confessions of Grand-er</title>
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			<title>Nobody Wins</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Nobody Wins&amp;quot;Its cold and its lonely, but its all said and done.The fight has been fought, but who in the battle has really won?I can lay down my sword, and put away my shield,disperse of my problems, and watch my sorrows yield.I regress no more to my ignorant stage, of yelli..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missdivinejacque/465192/</link>
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			<title>Letter to My Unborn Child</title>
			<description>Letter to my unborn childDear love of my life, apple of my eye, my own special miracle that seem to come true. There are so many things that I want to say, but first let me apologize to you. I am sorry for the years of smoking that will take my life away. I sorry for the year of drinking that wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missdivinejacque/465186/</link>
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			<title>Even When You Don't Need Me</title>
			<description>short story about my niece giving birth to my niece, true story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missdivinejacque/465184/</link>
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			<title>Butta Fingaz</title>
			<description>Butter Fingers&amp;nbsp;They say, &amp;quot;the way to a man's heart is through his stomach . . .&amp;quot;Then I must have let him starvehe packed and took everything we ever made togetherDumbfounded! and i think i might be scaredMomma says, &amp;quot;catching a man is easyits the keeping that driv..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missdivinejacque/465180/</link>
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			<title>The Durability of Invulnerability</title>
			<description>The Durability of Invulnerability Since birth I've been cultured to be strong, independent, smart, witty, and most importantly impenetrable. Early in my youth my mother warned against the &amp;quot;evils&amp;quot; of men, and how one knick, one crack, one scratch in my personal armor could lead to my ow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missdivinejacque/465178/</link>
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			<title>Blood Is Thicker Than Water ( someone who got it wrong)</title>
			<description>Brain Fart</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Missdivinejacque/465175/</link>
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			<title>Addicted</title>
			<description>Close my eyes, silence&amp;nbsp;but I know he&amp;rsquo;ll soon be thereAlone, but wanting to feel the Affairof sounds that lead a better life ever dreamable by my mindA recluse of ecstasy, so casually, my how your voice is divineWhat a beautiful stranger that I have allowed in . . .&amp;n..</description>
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