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			<title>TILL WE MEET AGAIN.......A POEM FOR MY FATHER</title>
			<description>you were always therewatching patientlywith your arms open to catch mewhen the world gave out&amp;nbsp;now i have no oneand the walls here areclosing smaller and smalleraround me till i can't breathe&amp;nbsp;then i catch myselffrom falling and open my eyesand look around but im stil..</description>
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			<title>WHY I LOVE HIM</title>
			<description>Every time I think about you,I'm reminded of the reasonswhy I love you from the depthof my heart and soul.I wonder what I'ddo without you,without your healing smile,your words of faith,the caring and sensitive wayyou touch me,lifting mejust when I need it most.Without you, what would I have?What wou..</description>
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			<title>MAYBE TODAY</title>
			<description>Maybe today...you'll look at me the way you did yesterday,when all my faults were set aside,and for once, i felt perfect.Maybe today...my cheeks wont hurt from the amount of smiles you place on my faceand the amount of butterflies you createin my tummy.Maybe today...i'll think straight and pull myse..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER ONE</title>
			<description>It was smoky in the club, it was always smoky.&amp;nbsp; The music from the speakers pounded through the walls like a rockslide. Kassi was waiting for her turn on the stage.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Another Saturday night, another dollar, another boring conversation with Harold or one of the other regular customers..</description>
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			<title>THE HIDDEN STAGE</title>
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