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			<title>Morning</title>
			<description>Dewdrops on a shrubkissing the leaves to bow down &amp;nbsp;Prelude to a fall</description>
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			<title>aircraft</title>
			<description>dreams up in the skydisappeared in an instantstill, waiting in vain</description>
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			<title>sighting</title>
			<description>While waiting for my buddyI sat at the cafe for a coffeeI overheard a sophisticated ladyTo an oldie, said she:&quot;Business or pleasure&quot;Then, they walked out the door.</description>
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			<title>A Letter for Me</title>
			<description>You're probably wondering how I could tell. I'm highly sensitive, and so I just felt it.I am aware that you have begun writing with another woman, all the while you still have a girlfriend.. However, I shall not tell any of them. Your life is your own, you do as you please. I strongly sense as if I ..</description>
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			<title>Discreet</title>
			<description>While waiting for my buddyI sat at the cafe for a coffeeI overheard a sophisticated ladyTo an oldie, said she&quot;Business or pleasure&quot;Then, they walked out the door.</description>
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			<title>Dilemma</title>
			<description>words entered and crawledinside my mediocre mindi tried hard. harder.still,&amp;nbsp;comprehension-evaded thistemple of wisdom.frustrated, i asked:better to call it a riddlewhen you need to decipher.indeed, poet, i am not.</description>
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