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			<title>poem no.1</title>
			<description>I have no real sense of commitmentI like to bury my head in the sandAnd let the world and its politics wash over my headI don&amp;rsquo;t feel the need to stress myselfWith problems that&amp;rsquo;s don&amp;rsquo;t infringe on me I just like to flit through lifeOn a careless , distan..</description>
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			<title>america </title>
			<description>a mans journey from the uk to Miami , at the age of 15 vunerable and naive and all the trouble and adventures he gets into along  the way , based on true storys told to me by my dad</description>
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