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			<title>I Write</title>
			<description>just words</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dispersus/1989307/</link>
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			<title>I have a dream</title>
			<description>I have a dreamwe have a nightmarethat one day all menshall carry gunsand be judged not by the color of their skinbut by the color of their walletand faith in the innocence of childhoodshot down behind orange tipped shieldsmade of fear and rushesand judgement served by peaceful understandingthat the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dispersus/1816616/</link>
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			<title>a forgiving canvas</title>
			<description>my Life at sea</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dispersus/1414974/</link>
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			<title>a state of the wards</title>
			<description>the pale floors are fullof stories, mostly hopefulbut she seems differentin a perfectly simple way&quot;hi&quot;, a gesture children understandit's where friendships are plantedshe nods, smiles and says,&quot;you're different than the others&quot;and she isthere's Sunshine in her eyes, boldnessnot witnessed on the floo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dispersus/1414292/</link>
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			<title>take it like a man</title>
			<description>take it like a manlike a liar selling his storylike a drunk burying painlike a hero burning his capetake it like a manchin upass openknees weakened from the incessant diggingbury the hurtbury the Lovebury the lossbury the right to exist with honest intenttake it like a manheart closedeyes shuthands ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dispersus/1414061/</link>
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			<title>worse fears, or adjustments of the Id</title>
			<description>so why Master?...why such discomfort as I am swallowed in joy?...for what gain must I bear this stone?...are my tears not enough to compensate the Soul?...the lingering stench of yesterday has faded&amp;nbsp;because I let it go Masterand for nothing more than my desires, I shall endure&amp;nbsp;as your wisd..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dispersus/1413678/</link>
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			<title>sobriety</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;sobriety&amp;nbsp;the bane of creative soulsand so we drinkwe drink hatred and deathwe drink the evening newsand roil with ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dispersus/1413588/</link>
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			<title>kids today</title>
			<description>I still remember...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dispersus/1359481/</link>
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			<title>bubbles and battteries</title>
			<description>me time is all about you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dispersus/1359112/</link>
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