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			<title>I Am No Poet</title>
			<description>how I view my writing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1466249/</link>
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			<title>Stolen Words</title>
			<description>for the before you contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1414201/</link>
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			<title>Helen Keller</title>
			<description>Helen Kellers ghostCackling in frequencyShe doesnt see me in</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1412722/</link>
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			<title>Headline</title>
			<description>This is my First haiku ever notice</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1412720/</link>
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			<title>Standing In The Rain On a Hot Summers Day</title>
			<description>Listening to the raindropsPounding the parched earthWatching each drop of waterAs it plummets to the groundSmell the asphault steamUnderneath the moistureFeel the nutrientsBathing your skinAs the rain comes pouring down </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1412643/</link>
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			<title>Law Of Comandment</title>
			<description>42 laws of Ma-at</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1239875/</link>
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			<title>Windemere Court</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My son was four , and I was unemployed. Faced with the needs of a wonderful child I had to come up with a way to survive. I got on my bicycle with baby carrier and hit the bike path on Mission Beach with a hand full of flyers that my friend had printed out for me.I began getting calls imediatl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1150632/</link>
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			<title>We three moms</title>
			<description>first one to review this poem gets a review of anything christmas from me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1092295/</link>
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			<title>Freddy the Dope Man</title>
			<description>first person to review this poem gets a review of anything christmas from me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1092284/</link>
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			<title>I Sense Something</title>
			<description>I couldn't feel itwhen you split my vision and made me see things that never were.I couldn't smell it when you filled the room with the aroma of stifeling wordsI couldn't taste itwhen you left hatred on my tongueand I could not spit it out.I couldn't hear itwhen the silence left by youwas screaming ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1019836/</link>
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			<title>perfect</title>
			<description>one sentence</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/1000488/</link>
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			<title>Making Love To A Memory</title>
			<description>When Making love to a memorylust fringes on curiosityI am as fragile as the climax&amp;nbsp;that shall expose my lonely heartIf I unwrap my legs from his thighswill he still his thrust and open his eyesWill he see my exposed femininity as a creature to rip apartHardening the appendagethat defines his ad..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/989178/</link>
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			<title>Interrogation</title>
			<description>Do you see what I'm made ofwhen you stare down my throat as I silently scream?Are you searching for a nemesis?exposed as an imposter to ridicule and demean.Are you trying to protect lifeFrom the fragments of lunacy that remain completely sane?Did you expect me to evolveinto a secondary vessel where ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/972505/</link>
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			<title>Sheeple</title>
			<description>Ashes build a colony of fleshless exposed souls.Inferno's ravage establishmentsleaving emperors with no clothes.Demons claim their divinityturning holly water evil.Deviance is playing Godto calmly grazing sheeple.To form an immaculate member,of a flock of sheep,one must,above all..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/941368/</link>
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			<title>Amber Waves</title>
			<description>I want to stand with my brothers and sisters against the wall of tyranny.The sheer weight of our conviction would bring it crashing to the ground.I want to march through the streets of Babylon with power of dignity.No longer am I a slave as I march more than a million deep.I want to plant ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/846789/</link>
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			<title>Free Lunch</title>
			<description>By Jesse 9 yrs.old</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/846786/</link>
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			<title>Unnamed Soldier</title>
			<description>A soldier shot himself a t the Occupy Vermont Camp Yesterday.He was not mentioned on the national news.A arguement near the Occupy Oakland camp turned into a murder.All over the news.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/820300/</link>
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			<title>Eulogy for forgotten souls</title>
			<description>Arab spring,Summer of natural disaster,The never ending wars,When will the dying subside?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/791435/</link>
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			<title>Not Lost</title>
			<description>puppy love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/731939/</link>
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			<title>Elusive Morel</title>
			<description>I wrote this  for the shape contest.the shape is write when I put on edit,but it is not coming out right on the finished poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/731365/</link>
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			<title>A Mighty Old Man</title>
			<description>There was an epidimic of farmer suicides recently in India after Monsantos GMOs ruined the crops of thousands.What do you think this flood will do to Americas independent farmers?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/729106/</link>
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			<title>As The Mississippi Passes</title>
			<description>A tribute to the people who stare and do nothing.It is time to stop the tyrany</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/727205/</link>
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			<title>A Marble In Motion</title>
			<description>Met myself a rambleing renaissance manheading in the wrong direction.Abliged to entertain him the best that I canI shared my deepest affections.I rode all the way to New Orleanson the back of his custom triumph.I sang him a song as the journey grew long.You know I think that man might ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/722797/</link>
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			<title>God Bless The Queen</title>
			<description>I have always believed in what this country used to be</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/685177/</link>
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			<title>Inflated Sense Of Self</title>
			<description>A punk song idea</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/684436/</link>
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			<title>Cotton Candy</title>
			<description>Today this tiny town isalive with vibrant automobiles.First truck on location unloads a giant wheel.The structures&amp;nbsp;name is Ferris.Workers assemble him with skill,then suround him with a citythat is guaranteed to thrill.Jointies count their teddybearswhile ride jocks test the g..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/676916/</link>
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			<title>Philosophy for a short attention span</title>
			<description>this is a short list of things I believe.Taken from the quotes of Robert Frost</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/663805/</link>
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			<title>My Quake</title>
			<description>This was a dream I had</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/645550/</link>
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			<title>Muse</title>
			<description>motionless inspiration is embodied in her face silhouetted as the background&amp;nbsp;moves you place to placeI etch and sketchthen shade and paintyour flesh the color barehighlights of a lions maneaccent your lustrous hairHammer nails to fingertipswith small strokes of my brushI brighten up your supple..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/552078/</link>
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			<title>BY JESSE For Maggie</title>
			<description>MY 7 YR OLD wrote this</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/525773/</link>
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			<title>Deliver Me</title>
			<description>Lost love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/521498/</link>
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			<title>America</title>
			<description>this is a song in the works I do not think it is finished yet.Help me decide</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/520254/</link>
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			<title>Ode to Joe</title>
			<description>current event</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tonya-Overstreet/518612/</link>
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