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			<title>beg</title>
			<description>A photographer takes a photo of a beggarFacebook: &quot;I wan to try beggar photography sia&quot;The photographer becomes famousthe beggar toohundreds of photographers swarm down to get a shotthe beggar dies anywayand they trundle off to find another hobo</description>
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			<title>PLOT</title>
			<description>-this scene is pivotal because John Tucci recommends him to higher officers who eventually land him in the king's office-he also meets the beautiful earla, Mr Tucci's daughter from another marriage- an affair with the late queen - Theresa hates her and takes revenge on her husband by having an affai..</description>
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			<title>Kismet</title>
			<description>Jorem picked up his bag, shifted around in his boots till he felt the familar curve of his sole slide into place and started out for the city centre. He resisted the urge to whistle as he strode through the street, conscious of his new public personality. He knew the people were watching him, he had..</description>
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			<title>Arleem</title>
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			<title>Chapter 8- John</title>
			<description>I never wanted to marry a John.Of course I was thinking too far. I did that sometimes, but only in private. He'd told us his name while shaking hands with the band. No family name, just a &quot;I'm John, how are you.&quot;As the lights from the highway flickered into the band van, I stole a glance at our hitc..</description>
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			<title>A moment under the crystal sky and fabric planet</title>
			<description>She stepped out just as the sky was in the middle of its being grey, and the crystal sheets were crashing out of the sky and flinging themselves onto the ground with flourish. The air was splendidly cold and pine-fresh. And in that split second, it really felt like nature was yelling as it w..</description>
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			<title>Human of the year</title>
			<description>You can&amp;rsquo;t see where she ends and where she beginswhere she starts is not the same as what the beginning meant living is not as what it seemswhen you&amp;rsquo;re attached to something by the strings of your heartand because you haven&amp;rsquo;t belonged in the longest timethe breeze that tugs at your..</description>
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			<title>It goes on, still.</title>
			<description>Gadgets are always trippyFor the first few months you have themThen somehow they subsideInto the familiar lull of everyday livingAnd serving youSame with usWe work through piles of choresTelling ourselves the rewardIs rest when we finishBut we never doWhy run on the treadmill of life?Ride on the tra..</description>
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			<title>Thoughts Before Bed</title>
			<description>DarknessComfort in sleepSettle down toOrder some lovely dreamsTonightOn theBrain expressRehashExperiences, Hopes, DesiresBring the popcornThe silent humMy contribution toKilling the earthIn the name of comfortMy bird lamp glowsHow I will miss itWhen it's goneWhen I outlive it</description>
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			<title>Internet Ad- Girl Seeking Boy For Lightest Possible Internet Encounter</title>
			<description>What do you think? I might actually want to put this out on a site, say, craigslist and see what it does!</description>
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			<title>No Reasons Why</title>
			<description>A song. Perhaps I'm finally starting to write about this.</description>
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			<title>Writing &gt; Hot Chocolate</title>
			<description>Hot chocolate is comfortingBut it lacks the sparseHarsh truth of black and whiteThat is writingI just want toStay up and writeWhile away the hoursIn the comfort of knowingI may find myselfOr completely lose itIn the event I open upAnd find a new realm InsideInstant gr..</description>
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			<title>It's Not You, It's-</title>
			<description>Humbug.</description>
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			<title>A Meditation </title>
			<description>Searching for beautySomehow it fails me- all the time. &amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Do you know what you're doing?&amp;quot; They- I always ask.Well I'm not sure I&amp;nbsp;know, but isn't this how we're all supposed to do it? Perhaps that's the beauty of it all, being blindsided and jumping for what you're sure i..</description>
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			<title>Rollercoaster Ride</title>
			<description>I just got back from a five day trip, and spent two days in an amusement park indulging in gravity defying machines. Mustn't turn into an adrenaline junkie. Mustn't.</description>
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			<title>A Rabbit. Right.</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Oh yes we do. We hunt and eat bunny rabbits. All the time.&amp;quot; His darkened eyes bored into mine, yellowed by age.I stared at him, unable to discern if he was joking or serious. The little girl whose tiny hot hand I held began to sniffle. &amp;quot;Its okay, they don't eat bunnies&amp;qu..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7- Hello, Stranger.</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;peered out of the van windows and saw that indeed, a boy was running after us. &quot;Is he nuts of what?&quot; Jacie squinted in the rearview mirror.&quot;Don't stop, he must be another one of those crazy fans.&quot; I muttered as I watched the figure flail in the distance.&quot;Meh, he's insane. Gotta stop for him o..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6- Jude The Dude</title>
			<description>Jude had dated almost every girl he'd known at least once. His chiseled jawline made him decidedly attractive, but the few months I'd spent with him only served to reveal that he was an empty shell- pleasant, but really, no depth, no character and no sense of humour. My train of thought was ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5- The Prehistoric Penguins</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;What took you so long!&amp;quot; Jacie yelped, tearing the guitar bag from my hands. &amp;quot;We're about to go on!&amp;quot; she strapped the guitar on and expertly tuned it with deft flicks of her fingers.&amp;quot;I, uh, had an accident.&amp;quot; It was useless to explain now, when Jacie was in show-..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4- Good Karma </title>
			<description>&amp;quot;I do it for the karma,&amp;quot; he laughed, talking to the ground.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;you know, good deeds.&amp;quot;Another good natured laugh. I&amp;nbsp;kept silent, surprised that he'd mentioned the same word I'd been thinking just a moment ago. Life could have its moments- you either dismiss it as plain c..</description>
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			<title>Escaping Logic</title>
			<description>Math, really, in general. My first full fledged attempt at rhyming couplets. I only hope I get better. This takes discipline.</description>
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			<title>A Word of Appreciation for All Users. </title>
			<description>Just a thought for all the writers here.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3- I hate your shoes</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;don't know why I did that, but I&amp;nbsp;took his hand and kicked myself inwardly while being hauled up.&amp;nbsp;Cool, he was taller than me.&amp;nbsp;Then again, he could've been wearing heeled dress-shoes. So sissy men are these days. So vain, so self-absorbed. An armour of beauty they think ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2- Stranger Danger</title>
			<description>Big mess, check. I groaned and squatted down to pick up my mess, keeping in mind to bend my knees in the manner we were taught by our ettiquete trainer in our third year. &amp;nbsp;Apparently the most lady-like way to retrieve fallen objects, the trainer had failed to consider that this particular l..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1- Rehab</title>
			<description>The &amp;quot;thud-thud&amp;quot; sounds of my new sneakers hitting the pavement gave me no pleasure.&amp;nbsp; I hated running, but I was running late- no pun intended. &amp;nbsp;Why I was on an errand for my buddy Jacie was a mystery. She really did need to grow up and handle some of her crisises by now- but ..</description>
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			<title>Trashy: The exploration of my shallow side</title>
			<description>I've been writing this for two nights running so far. It seems that I can only write in the wee hours of the morning. 
I affectionately refer to this effort as the &quot;Trashy Novel&quot;.
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			<title>I Am Tiger</title>
			<description>Based on current event: A man's suicide attempt at the Singapore Zoo involved climbing into the White Tiger enclosure and placing a bucket over his head while being mauled.</description>
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			<title>Don't Laugh At Me</title>
			<description>A willow stick?&amp;quot;No, not really&amp;quot;Answered the manA tree? I venturedNot much more than I daredTo experience more humiliation Than I'd dare measureLaughing with amusement in his eyesYou're closeHe offeredIts more an animal than you'd expectPondering hard but without..</description>
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			<title>Lies</title>
			<description>White and blackDoes it make a difference?My soul could be at stake hereYet I don't want to knowCertain deathImminentOr purgatoryI've never been good at long term decisionsWhite and black for piano keysWhite and black for liesWho says we're born good?Searching in vain for th..</description>
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			<title>Glassneedles</title>
			<description>The rain, oh how lovelyA respite from the heatA vengeful comeback from its much relished hiatusBuildings stand the same, rooted in the ground with chalky, tardy legsThe rain, lovely as it isEverything is frozen inWe are a city in a block of iceI see monoliths standing in the distance..</description>
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			<title>For Ally</title>
			<description>This was written for a dear friend who was pining for a special someone who'd left the country. I put myself in her shoes when I wrote it and dedicated it to her, hoping that perhaps she would feel better if she came to terms with the situation this way. </description>
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			<title>Lyrics</title>
			<description>Standard Tuning,Chords: D- Am- C-  GMy heart's in a jumbleAnd the lyrics are all mumbledDon't know the answersYou sayI know how your heart beatsBut I wish I knew who forHow to make you lookThis wayI love your mannersThe way you look at meYour mind blows me awayIts y..</description>
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			<title>Temporary Insanity</title>
			<description>In rapid successionA flurry Of furryRandomMatrixAnimalsIt is prettyI may be losing my mindMomentarilyBut mad people don't usually knowTheir mental stateI must be a rare sortBursts of light and snippets of musicToo much stimulusNeurons firing everywhereTake cover..</description>
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			<title>Providence Pokes Me In The Eyes</title>
			<description>Another cloud approachesNot todayWill it descendHow so?From where does itAccumulate grow and abscond?To suddenly creep towardsFrom the line of the horizonYes, it approachesAll I can do is to prepareFrom where does it come?I cannot fathomExcept for the suspicion thatFrom w..</description>
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			<title>A fleeting moment</title>
			<description>I can't describe this love thats swirling around.Its all encompassingFor everything that exists on earth.The unknown souls, the poetry, the beautyAll the songs that I'll ever quoteAll the people that I'll ever laugh withI think right now the peaceful loving overflowsSo I love all of th..</description>
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			<title>Growth- A stub</title>
			<description>A new dayI've grown within those few minutesWriting in proseIsn't that difficult anymoreBlurred linesDon't confine anymoreTrapped heartLearned how to find a loopholeAnd sneak out unnoticedIts amazingHow everything fits togetherUnknowingly, its all literatureTheres a..</description>
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			<title>The Point of Not Caring</title>
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