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			<title>Sweet Are the Days</title>
			<description>Sweet are the days which in swift fashion passand suns who suffer not their feet to drag.This battle is not one which making lastwill tend t&amp;rsquo;words victory. Thou, Sun may bragthat, like a beaming bridegroom, you might racerejoicing in your course; O, that all groomsdid run so short a course and..</description>
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			<title>How I Fell</title>
			<description>And I fell for himas a feather falls,and that is all,and that is all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1420025/</link>
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			<title>How Tall Each Blade Is</title>
			<description>Lie down in the grassand see with wond&amp;rsquo;ring child-eyeshow tall each blade is.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1308613/</link>
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			<title>December Baby</title>
			<description>This is a poem in four parts, dealing with childbirth, and the joys and pains that come with that. Though they are not graphic or explicit, they do deal with intense topics, so be forewarned. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1299801/</link>
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			<title>When you walked on the moon</title>
			<description>Do you remember that time when you were the first person to walk on the moon?When the world seemed big, and the heavens high, and stars were unimaginably big,and the moon, therefore, vastly bigger, and you learned for the first time of rocket shipsand man's dream to spread out across the galaxies an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1282170/</link>
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			<title>Across the Sea</title>
			<description>This was a poem I wrote years ago, and which took third place in the Blue Mountain Arts annual poetry contest (big shout out to them, they are awesome!). I just thought I would share it with you all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1276690/</link>
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			<title>Love in Southern California</title>
			<description>Financial Stability,he saysmakes all the difference. Just waita little longer, till you&amp;rsquo;reFinancially Stablebefore you talk of the wedding bells andwedding rings and thingsneed to be Stable if you wantto build a house you needFinancial Stability, he says,as he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1275846/</link>
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			<title>I Count the Clock</title>
			<description>A response &quot;sonnet&quot; to Shakespeare's &quot;When I Do Count the Clock that Tells the Time&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1266495/</link>
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			<title>Making Napoleon </title>
			<description>As we are justBegun we slowlyCrawl to our feetDraw ourselves against gravity'sEternal weightFeel the weight of the worldGrapple with us for the first of a&amp;nbsp;Hundred yearsIn this&amp;nbsp;beginningJust standing makes usKing of all&amp;nbsp;Laughing as we fallMe, I, MineNone of it will escape meOver all, u..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1264118/</link>
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			<title>Souvenir </title>
			<description>This pocket mirror&amp;nbsp;from across the Pacificcloses like a clamto hide its pearly finger-prints(memories)it fears it will forgetthe green rice fields,rice cakes, burnt rice-water,jumbled, jingling, jabberingstreet markets&amp;nbsp;smiling facessong birdsit is ca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1263246/</link>
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			<title>the Path for Spirits</title>
			<description>She hunches, like an old woman,drops the handfulsof leaves and blooms and leaves.No one comes with her;it would overcrowd.Alone but not lonely;lonely but not alone;she sways.Her hair is coming loose from its bow,her bangs hang from her perspiring browand the small b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1260860/</link>
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			<title>The Darkest Hour</title>
			<description>The darkest hours of the nightare those before the dawn.The quietest, too, are theywhen the earth gasps for a ray of light.The moon has fled, the stars fade,and the whole earth holds its breath, waits.And everything is silent,and for once the spinning earth is badeto be still. And I listen, here,for..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1259335/</link>
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			<title>I Met You in a Dream</title>
			<description>I met you in a dreamages ago.&amp;nbsp;You swept my breath away,can I say,I didn&amp;rsquo;t know, yet I sensedyou would be one to stay.I was thrilled,I was scared,my heart trilled,my eyes glared.I met you in a dreamages ago,but I keptyou at arms lengthI knew I&amp;rs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1258609/</link>
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			<title>The Problem</title>
			<description>I know it&amp;rsquo;s been forever.&amp;nbsp;I know you probably don&amp;rsquo;t remember.&amp;nbsp;But that&amp;rsquo;s the problem, isn&amp;rsquo;t it?It&amp;rsquo;s been forever&amp;nbsp;that I have loved you,and I always did rememberso much better...</description>
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			<title>To the Moon</title>
			<description>The silver ribbon of the roadclings to the mountain's side and climbsup, curling slowly, straight to the full moon.We're bathed in silver, you and I, it'sall silver and clean and bright inthis moonlight and your eyesare shining too, silver andblue and we laugh andour br..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/carissafaulk/1258581/</link>
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			<title>As a Tune Loves the Waves</title>
			<description>I love youas the waves love the moon(you make me aim higher);as the moon loves the sun(you make me shine brighter);as the sun loves summer(you make me fight longer);as summer loves a bird(you bring me home again).As a bird loves a tune(you make me be better);as ..</description>
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