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			<title>By the Dear Light, a Warmth, Life Fire</title>
			<description>A flower-meat, hazy as itsSweet taste buds enrich air. Pulled from the ground By the dear light, a warmth, life fire.It blossoms, and has to growUnder clutter, beneath cloud.The warmth is drained, dampened, As we use as accepted resourceTo power the tops of towe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1303378/</link>
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			<title>She is Pushed Over</title>
			<description>She is pushed over.Her waiting a useless state,False, she&amp;rsquo;s a strangeContradiction. She claims painAs though she never caused,&amp;nbsp;And now she&amp;rsquo;s lostHer reconciliation, With the feeling, she states she misses Because they exchanged words everyday,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1290248/</link>
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			<title>Insomniac</title>
			<description>You wear the wig, That is sleeplessness, Rested on your head,Indestructible, as it, follicleBy yourbody, only can you Lightyourself up, in a burn.&amp;nbsp;As it, hacks into your brainIt allows nothing to order, Neither any perspiration. So you&amp;rsquo;re st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1276244/</link>
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			<title>Skin we Wear</title>
			<description>Let&amp;rsquo;s mull a cow,Their organ, sometimes with spots,They are black and whiteOr brown, cream, casing.&amp;nbsp;The texture of their skinWe wear on our feet, stylish,I do it to, Woman with her handbagHis money is wrapped within.&amp;nbsp;Have you packed the cow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1273379/</link>
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			<title>We Are World Tangle</title>
			<description>As we are world tangle,Intent to abolish its natives.&amp;nbsp;Put in our nail spiny hand,Our way to keep our rule aloud,&amp;nbsp;Kill their confidence, they stay farTimid, over buried in the dark.&amp;nbsp;We push with our wealth, Confine to neither were they belong..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1256585/</link>
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			<title>Mass</title>
			<description>It should be relieving, gladly To know you&amp;rsquo;re feedingYourself and that you eat well.&amp;nbsp;I can cook; to a sensible scale.My diet, vegetable based,Silly, it&amp;rsquo;s non-fattening so I am slim.&amp;nbsp;But I do it enough, tasteTo be in comfort,In good heal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1256041/</link>
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			<title>Function</title>
			<description>We don&amp;rsquo;t know how we stand,Your body can always crack.Unexpected, unreachable, Even shocked.&amp;nbsp;Protein, lacking inBecause it&amp;rsquo;s not always Easy to consume,And you tell me I should be able to.&amp;nbsp;In that instance, tell me when I turn pale,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1250561/</link>
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			<title>Proper Contact</title>
			<description>Contacting proper is success. You succeed in letting out good feeling, If it responds fine, it workedAnd you&amp;rsquo;re good at life,And people will like you.&amp;nbsp;Obligations confine successful contact.Social obligations that tell youYou need a friendship,It&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1247822/</link>
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			<title>Bumble Cats</title>
			<description>They ran in play, and play was theirhappiness.They looked too small to be on their own,But it didn&amp;rsquo;t matter because this wasinvented.They were yellow, with bumble bee lookinghair,&amp;nbsp;Zigzagged with black, and ginger dots That were very small and blended in...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1227782/</link>
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			<title>Love To Death And Death Will End It</title>
			<description>Kisses to show it, and they plantthemselvesInto the smaller spaces of feeling andtheir play areas. It communicates they are companions.&amp;nbsp;Materialism is slightly apart of it.Neither are materialist human types,But they give one another modest belongings,&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1219011/</link>
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			<title>They Are Beautiful and Pitiful</title>
			<description>Seven flowers to announce bloom,Three to birth to their yellow dust sneeze.It&amp;rsquo;s kitty cat poison, lick to cleanse themselvesOn their tongue, into their tiny bodies.&amp;nbsp;Never too soon to open up, To wither, knocked downCooped in a jar, sand and glowOf Italian discovery-channel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1217907/</link>
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			<title>On Your Own</title>
			<description>She was a girl so full of stranger,She was the girl, put alone.Rarely did friends ever give her a home.&amp;nbsp;Raised by normality, of her parents birthing group,Breaking their blood to follow her own type.Her morality, sense and feeling born and burning her own. &amp;nbsp;Meat taste is a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrancesClark/1217904/</link>
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