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			<title>Blind</title>
			<description>A half hour play.</description>
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			<title>The Old Man Who Owned a Garden</title>
			<description>My first Haiku.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WisdomsCollector/501216/</link>
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			<title>A Change</title>
			<description>Theman is sitting on the beach of the vast oceanHisblack, wavy hair dancing with the wind whereever this wind took itHelistens to the sounds of people passing from behind himHesits bounding his knees with his arms 						(Heremebers that he used to be an active man) 						(--a..</description>
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			<title>Hold on, My Friend</title>
			<description>I'vealways known you very wise and brave.A freeyoung man, and never someone's slave.Thatglister in your eyes is strange to meYour faceis like a new and honest dawnYou wipehumiliation from your cheeksAnd headto glory walking all aloneI say:the road to glory's very st..</description>
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			<title>He's Still a Hero</title>
			<description>Asnowy night, a blurry sky,Thepeople walking slowly by. Shecovers up herself with pain,Theonly thing she does obtain.  Whilestealing by without her pride,Shehides what she intends to hide.   Ignoredby everyone, she cries.Thetears are cold upon her eyes.Whathap..</description>
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			<title>A Rainy Night</title>
			<description>I adore rainSince more than forty yearsJust as my father adored itAnd I love my grandson's laughter underthe rainEven though I haven't seen him andnever willBut Every time it rains I hear his laugh from a far away placeVanishing with the rain</description>
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