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			<description>Seven ages of man said ShakespeareHow true; every one&amp;rsquo;s lifeIndeed, in my life; past stagesOf this I wish to scribble in seven weeksMen who encouraged; women I admiredPeople as teachers and philosophersTempters and troublemakers and trouble shooters As well, denials..</description>
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			<title>Reflections</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I see a beauty thatwas christened as Shethat satisfies no one with a single glanceI glanced and glanced but never contentedmy hunger for beauty came to an endI see her sit on abench and&amp;nbsp;the bench made special by her touchtenderraised her feet, sat with a postur..</description>
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