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			<title>Dying halcyon light.</title>
			<description>Sunset </description>
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			<title>'A kind sinner.'</title>
			<description>99 words of very flashed fiction. All comments are very welcome. Mitch.</description>
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			<title>'Process not magic.'</title>
			<description>As writers, we are 'becoming not become.' What inspires you?</description>
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			<title>'Gethsemane.'</title>
			<description>I wrote this a number of years after my Mother died. Grief is indeed a process. </description>
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			<title>'Oh lego, or 'Ouch lego.'</title>
			<description>'Oh lego' or 'Ouch Lego.':) So, here it goes, my first posted poem. Just for a laugh, after I found some lego trapped in the sole of my sandal... I wrote this for my son. Regards, Mitch.</description>
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