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			<title>The Photograph</title>
			<description>He sits in her chairrocking it gently.Admiring the photograph.Happy faces, their weekly visit.The woman makes teathe kettle whistles.The children sit on his knee(it hurts)he does not show his suffering.For he wishes to be aloneTo sit in her chairand admire the photograph.Him in a suit.Her in a white..</description>
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			<title>Hush, little baby.</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem for my nephew Aaron, this is a really personal one so be nice!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelWasser95/1162111/</link>
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			<title>Sacrifice</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;C&amp;rsquo;mon Rachel, turn offthe computer, it&amp;rsquo;s time for bed.&amp;rdquo; My mam&amp;rsquo;s voice says from behind me.Checking my phone, I notice its only eleven o&amp;rsquo; clock,but there&amp;rsquo;s no point in arguing, I haven&amp;rsquo;t a hope of winning.&amp;ldquo;Alright, I&amp;rsquo;ll go up i..</description>
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