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		<description>The original writings of author Unwelcomeguest</description>
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			<title>Trolls</title>
			<description>Chapter1&amp;nbsp;The trolls sat in a loose circle beneath the ancientbridge. When they were still each creature could&amp;rsquo;ve been mistaken for nothingmore than a mossy rock or chunk of masonry freshly fallen from the structureabove, but when they moved Jeremiah was put in mind of an e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/587043/</link>
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			<title>Capital</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/587037/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Rumour has it that God doesn&amp;rsquo;t play dice. Jack didn&amp;rsquo;t know about theothers but as an entity of luck he felt it was practically his duty to . Hethrew another triple six and smiled winningly at the other players.&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re cheating&amp;rdquo; growled a man so big the a..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>She slipped and fell in the mud for the third time that day. The roughstone beneath the sludge didn&amp;rsquo;t so much tear away the skin this time butinstead started to rip away at the raw flesh itself. She didn&amp;rsquo;t cry out, itwasn&amp;rsquo;t like there was anyone else to here. Instead ..</description>
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			<title>The dead Gods</title>
			<description>Written on the suggestion of Spence after he reviewed When the wind blows </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/524934/</link>
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			<title>What did I do to deserve you?</title>
			<description>A poem for mother's day. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/522482/</link>
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			<title>An interview with the soul</title>
			<description>Just something I started thinking about</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/522049/</link>
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			<title>Haste</title>
			<description>A family has been a bit too enthusiastic to fit in with the new fashions</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/521217/</link>
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			<title>That place</title>
			<description>The losing side of a one day romance</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/520295/</link>
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			<title>The lost soldiers</title>
			<description>A poem to all the soldiers who have ever died for their cause no matter what side they found themselves on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/519782/</link>
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			<title>Bigshot</title>
			<description>A fast paced beat poem I wrote while allegedly doing coursework at the back of the class. No real meaning here.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/519780/</link>
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			<title>Would you</title>
			<description>The way people fail to act to the problems at hand.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/519771/</link>
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			<title>Seeing</title>
			<description>The spread of mankind</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/519770/</link>
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			<title>See there</title>
			<description>The problems of self image</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/519768/</link>
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			<title>Ours</title>
			<description>A quick poem on ownership</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/519766/</link>
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			<title>Death- A prologue</title>
			<description>An argument on the otherside</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/519759/</link>
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			<title>When the wind blows</title>
			<description>An old man is not what he seems</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unwelcomeguest/519757/</link>
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			<title>Value</title>
			<description>A hungry demon is playing on the fears of the dieing by offering them the choice between life and death.</description>
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