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			<title>Shiver Me Timbers</title>
			<description>We hold fastLike pirate shipsRun the black and let it rip.I think I found me treasure IslandBut I didn't have the Billy BonesJust me Long John Silver.Where's it buried?We're all a quiver.I had too much funDrank too much rumAnd just killed me liver.Shiver me timbers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1324189/</link>
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			<title>Case Of the Mondays</title>
			<description>The world turns onOffice Politics andstabbed backs.Cause dead bodiesAre easier to climbThan ladders.Glass ceiling?No problem!I brought a hammer.And I'd gladly give you a helping handBut I need both of mineTo cover my own a*s.On the way back down.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1324170/</link>
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			<description>I went to qualifyBut they quantifiedMy Quality andFound my stack lacking.I'm still laughing.In Americathey close doors.But glass ceilings make poor windowsWhen you're black.Good enough to scrub floors though.Tried to make noiseThought I roared when I squeaked.I'm not weak I just needThoughts so deep..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1324159/</link>
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			<title>I'm Either A Little Late Or VERRRRRRY Early</title>
			<description>I just spent the whole dayListening to Tom WaitsAnd Tom waits for no man.Uncle Sam just gave me a gramAnd told me to blow it.And I try too hard(And I know it.)I tried to erase itBut I ripped the scriptAnd I wrote my best riftsWhile taking a s**t.We were taking turns in shiftsBut the shift blew the b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1170927/</link>
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			<title>I Wrote This Dirty Poem Just To Get Attention</title>
			<description>Her smiles call to mindCherry stems on table stands.I miss those lips.(Both sets)And I get night sweatsWhen she's not around.She gets me goingMotor humming and hemi poweredBody like an obstacle courseAnd I just hit the throttle.F**k the rulesGet those arms up and screamCause I didn't stand in line a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1170915/</link>
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			<title>The NRA Scares Me More Than The Terrorists</title>
			<description>This just in:World's gone to sin.(Old news)Hell's sold in handbasketsWoven into the fabricOf papier-m&amp;acirc;ch&amp;eacute; promisesMelting in slobber.Why bother?Good question,We glad you paid attention.Cause the giant's off napping.They hobbled us at birthUnder yokes broken like camel backs.Debt's the n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1170908/</link>
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			<title>You Haiku Too Don't You?</title>
			<description>Fight or flightSink or SwimEvolve or GTFONature's a b***h.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1170891/</link>
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			<title>Hold! You're a Plause!</title>
			<description>I never had a bad habit I couldn't quit.Like smoking fitsAlcohol sweatsAnd taking s***s in public.My paper trails to dead endsLike ex-lovers and best friends.The Devil's got my back on this one.Contrary to popular beliefSatan swings both ways.Jesus was my saviorBut I never felt savedSo I left and if..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1170871/</link>
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			<title>Creativity Died and Left Me Nothing</title>
			<description>I waste my daysDoing art.Brand: Oh-So-CalledFor people who don't know art.I want to get away from theseMarketing MummiesStumble me downBack alleys of troubled minds.Plastic Frankenstein.I make little monstersThat collect dimesIn s****y piles.What's the point?Expression is a vaguely overheard termI c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1170860/</link>
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			<title>It's a Love Poem I Swear</title>
			<description>I love herBut my heart's a bruised fruit.Sweet, soft and a little spoiled.I sometimes get confused.I want her to hate me,Hit me, f**k me.Cause I don't do wellWhen things go right.Why do you love me?This s**t is a knuckle to the chin.How can someoneBreak you with absence?She breaks me when she breaks..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1170852/</link>
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			<title>Thanks For Asking</title>
			<description>I took a pissIn S**t's CreekThen spent a yearIn the Devil's backseat.As he turned the radio upI ground my teeth to the beat.&amp;nbsp;Through sweet fleets of bleeding sheepCause I've been losing sleep.No more memoriesJust faded twitpicsOr it didn't happen.Cleaning up sperm bank donationsWith dirty napki..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WrittenOnTheRun/1170844/</link>
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