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			<title>yesterday, today, and tomorrow</title>
			<description>Today is today, but will be yesterday.Tomorrow will be today.But how much you wonder,How much you search, Into the deepness of your thoughts, Deeper than you've ever gone.You search through, but never finding.Never finding the answer to what you&amp;rsquo;re looking for.O..</description>
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			<title>Desire to be Content</title>
			<description>To have enough and nothing more, Is to have what you need, And not be consumed with greed.To never want, never desire,Always content.&amp;nbsp;Finding content, this may be tricky.But always remember, Happiness is the key.&amp;nbsp;You can&amp;rsquo;t have happiness if you..</description>
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			<title>Mother Nature</title>
			<description>Her long tangled brown hair, Like the twisted and curved branches of the forests.Her breath, soft and warm like the summer breeze.Her eyes, blue and vast, like the vast blue ocean, And shines like sun.&amp;nbsp;She is the guardian of the forest.Watching every creature, Fr..</description>
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			<title>pushing winds</title>
			<description>`Blowing, blowing and blowingThey say the apple never falls far from the treeBut the leaf just keeps falling.&amp;nbsp;Blowing through the wind,Woven from the seeds of the treesDelicate strands of cloth entwined together,Forming one among hundreds, in colors of the fall.</description>
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			<title>passing through</title>
			<description>The sun setshigh, Slowingbasking the world in shadows.The lightsflicker on, And theworld is bright again.&amp;nbsp;Like starsin the sky, The lightsof the city glow so brightAnd as youpass through, the lights start to fade.&amp;nbsp;The longblack city stree..</description>
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