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			<title>Thank You's To Another Kind of Mother</title>
			<description>The sun gets all the credit.</description>
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			<title>A Not So Natural Boy</title>
			<description>An adventurous young boy, has an encounter with an old man. An old man who may know things about him that have not been yet explained,</description>
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			<title>Something like Peter Pan</title>
			<description>Writings From a Rut</description>
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			<title>As The Spade Burrows </title>
			<description>We all get sad sometimes, HERE'S SOME POETRY!</description>
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			<title>Deal in the Dark</title>
			<description>A witch finds herself distrraught, and needing help. But when she calls out into the woods, there is no telling who will answer.</description>
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			<title>Speak Into The Soil Please.</title>
			<description>She told me she loved me all over this town.So the commonplaces I find myself resemble gardens with faint scents.&amp;nbsp;I thought they would have died, left no room for the others.I was mistaken.There is still room, plenty.I even found time to plant seeds of my ownThe garden grows.This desert had beg..</description>
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			<title>Cat's Claw</title>
			<description>A cat with a disposition finds a lesson in war from his owner who happens to have a, tale of his own.</description>
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			<title>Her Home</title>
			<description>I was once caught deeply in infatuation, realizing and acting on such was quite an opening to my writing.</description>
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