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		<description>The original writings of author Melissa </description>
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			<title>The Magical Veil of Paradise</title>
			<description>This poem was a request from my mom for a lady she knew who was dying.  This was hard at first, but then I just let the words pour from me and kept what I came up with.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/553154/</link>
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			<title>numb</title>
			<description>numbto the bonenumb&amp;nbsp;numbI can barely feel my fingers typing this nownumbnumbfracturednumb&amp;nbsp;numbstrivingnumbnumbThere is no visionno courseit's unclearI'm just plain numb</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/549069/</link>
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			<title>A Skeleton in the Armoire</title>
			<description>&quot;There is a skeleton in my armoire&quot;a lovely lady stated elegantly.&quot;I'm not surprised!&quot; exclaimed her suitor.For he had heard of every bone collected thereby her former flames. She was easy on the eyes,but quite hard upon the heart.She was femme fatale;dressed in ivory and plumes,with golden locksa s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/547322/</link>
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			<title>Raptor's Rapture</title>
			<description>I witnessed two gorgeous red-tails dance this lover's dance. They are our local hawks. This is for the duchess and the duke.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/540841/</link>
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			<title>Walking Through Chrysalis</title>
			<description>I stand upon this roadand feel the isolation of the homesI walk by quietly and confidentas I am determined to make it down this rowIt does feel like a maze withinTurning towards what can seem appealing&amp;nbsp;To find a dead end&amp;nbsp;My soul is my compass&amp;nbsp;I close my eyes and drift through the ston..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/540839/</link>
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			<title>The Cloak of Life</title>
			<description>In attempt to bring awareness for these baby seals who are beaten to death and often their mothers as well as they try to protect their young. It's a hideous annual event, all for the sake of fashion. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/540838/</link>
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			<title>Wren In Spring </title>
			<description>i wrote this in ode to the returning wren who seduced the local female wren each spring and nested in our birdhouse</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/540837/</link>
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			<title>Tick Tock the Autumn Equinox</title>
			<description>Autumn had arrived and I was waiting for the birth of my child</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/540835/</link>
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			<title>In the Starlight of My Womb</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote while pregnant with my second child</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/540834/</link>
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			<title>The Arrival</title>
			<description>This poem was based on the birth of my second daughter in September of 2009.  It was a moment that still brings me to tear when I think of it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/535346/</link>
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			<title>Deliverance</title>
			<description>A poem inspired by the film The Misfits.   These beautiful wild horses hunted down only to be sold off to glue factories.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xosunshinesoul/535241/</link>
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