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			<title>Loxton's Time-Travel Gift Certificates</title>
			<description>For his birthday this year his family got him a wonderful giftA time-travel gift certificateThey&amp;rsquo;re all the rage&amp;nbsp;As he melted into the bath,With just the steam, pleasant dripping sounds and his thoughts for companyHe contemplated the ageing process&amp;nbsp;Thi..</description>
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			<title>Unclaimed Cap</title>
			<description>A poem in honour of my days spent in Goshen, MA</description>
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			<title>It's Started</title>
			<description>Stream of consciousness poem about modern life</description>
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			<title>No Silent Night</title>
			<description>Untaught letter boxesTrapped in hatredBearing false witness, on the front lawnStatements of hypocrisyTruth&amp;rsquo;s allegoricalFramed intolerance on paradeGifts of belligerenceWrapped up in a bowLives in piecesInstead of peace on EarthCowering in silenceFro..</description>
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			<title>Tea in a Plastic Beaker</title>
			<description>Grey machineryTainted with war monger&amp;rsquo;s chicBeepTrays of medication spelling out confusionPhials of bloodAnd walls painted with sterilityAwash with mundane voices of bureaucracyIn corridors lostLooking for crap coffee and maybe a TwixNHS has a beat with good..</description>
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