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			<title>On Pointe</title>
			<description>A very short - very true - story...</description>
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			<title>little grey bird</title>
			<description>My dog was going crazy trying to get at something in the desert and I went to explore what it was...</description>
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			<title>Gunning For Angels</title>
			<description>This is the book jacket description of my detective novel set in Phoenix. </description>
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			<title>Show me</title>
			<description>Show me a violent stormand I'll show you my heartShow me a clock that doesn't tickand I'll show you my heartShow me the Wild Westor the wide open plainsShow me the dark cloudsafter the heavy and silent rainsand I will show youmy heart</description>
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			<title>I'm swimming up.</title>
			<description>I'm swimming upfrom the deep, dark sea,toward airand my lungsare burning,like two hot housesin my very soul,butmy lungs,strong horses,they're not done yet...</description>
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			<title>What I want is what I fear.</title>
			<description>What I want is what I fear.Ships aren't built to sit in the harbor,they're made to wrestle with the deep, dark ocean,and turn and face the storm,the wind, and you and Imust eventuallyleave harbor. Get off the phoneand livein the mouth of mother nature.And when she bites down hardlike the wolf she is..</description>
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