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			<title>You smile&amp;hellip;I smile</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Why so sad?&amp;rdquo; I asked her once, &amp;ldquo;Why letsorrows pile?&amp;rdquo;on her toes she replied thus, &amp;ldquo;You smile&amp;hellip;Ismile.&amp;rdquo;Surprised first, I asked her again, &amp;ldquo;What makesyou think I&amp;rsquo;m low?&amp;rdquo;and once again she reminded me thus, &amp;ldquo;Your eye..</description>
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			<title>It never rained</title>
			<description>Guess.....What's it about ???</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkirupalli/1510189/</link>
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			<title>Empty Mornings</title>
			<description>Some things are meant to be cherished &amp;amp;some things are meant to be thrown,Tell me which ones shall I discard, none ofthem seems to be my own. Coz these memories is all I've got, thesememories are my saving grace,Without 'em I feel so lost, just like staring ablank space. ..</description>
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			<title>Angel Eyes</title>
			<description>Witha heart of gold, and a look so nice,Imet a girl who had angel eyes.Hersmile so precious like a jewel on a crown,Andher eyes so deep, in which many have drowned.&amp;nbsp;Shelooks as pure as the morning dew,Andthe one&amp;rsquo;s blessed with her charm, in the world ar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dkirupalli/1510187/</link>
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			<title>An Ode to your beauty</title>
			<description>Sittingin a corner, with your eyes on the ground, Asheepish smile on your lips, like a sparkle of fate. Theleaves of trees, the wind &amp;amp; all the men turn around, Quietlywhispering, &quot;Have you seen such a beauty, of late ?&quot; &amp;nbsp;'Beautyat its simplest best',&amp;nbsp; is a..</description>
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