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			<title>Heart Attack</title>
			<description>He gave into the impulse to fill his body with chemicals, hoping that it would somehow make him a better man. He thought that, if he just found the right remedy, he would be who he wanted to be. He thought his flaws were subject to remedy.&amp;nbsp;Jacob grabbed the wicker basket and stirred its content..</description>
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			<title>The Photograph</title>
			<description>As helie in bed, the thought hit him like a bolt of lightning from the blue. Thephotograph. The photograph that her mother had taken. The silly clothing thathe wore as he stood next to her, smiling. The expression of true happiness inhi..</description>
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			<title>Dandelion</title>
			<description>The seeds of a dandelion,Flew off in the wind,You know not where they go,But that they will live again,Underneath the pallid sky,White pappus blew away,Along with them the joy,That &amp;nbsp;you held one day.In a patch of grass in a distant land,The florets shine again,Sometimes solace is knowing,That a..</description>
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			<title>Capitol Hill</title>
			<description>Wandering the busy streets of Capitol Hill, His own unsuccessful shill, Not a customer there that would waste the time, To throw a coin in a hat for a poorly executed pantomime. &amp;nbsp;A princess cut fell on shiny oak, Caused it to stoke, And burned away the beauty of the veneer. All th..</description>
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