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			<title>Blade of Grass - Blade of Ink</title>
			<description>If one moment only is allotted&amp;nbsp;To us this biting autumn morningI will cradle your wondrous leathery hand&amp;nbsp;And lead you past a wall of shattered&amp;nbsp;Glass and havocked recollection. PastThis wall and through a rolling fieldWhere bronze stalks and sleeping crickets&amp;nbsp;Hear us travel. I wil..</description>
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			<title>Ultrabamification</title>
			<description>Everyday I encounter enemies of the imagination and so am constantly seeking to acquire a repository of weapons to free the mind. </description>
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