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			<title>You Stole That Joy</title>
			<description>This long poem articulates my admiration of women, their inner strength and beauty, and their quiet dignity. The twist is my description of a certain type of man who doesn't share my views.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/petermccullagh/1153176/</link>
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			<title>A Meaning for Blood</title>
			<description>This poem explores the meaning of blood, going beyond the literal. I tried to relate it to the family, especially father and daughter, a very personal theme for me right now.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/petermccullagh/1152735/</link>
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			<title>Sleep, And Dream of Sleep</title>
			<description>An answer to the question, can two dreams ever be the same? What do you think?
I don't know how the poem ended up in this final draft. The idea was to compare dreams, but a darker theme emerged.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/petermccullagh/1152545/</link>
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