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			<title>Stroll Through God's Land</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote about 14 years ago and I hope it shows my great faith in God.</description>
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			<title>Diary</title>
			<description>This poem applauds the finding of my 1972 diary.</description>
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			<title>Strike That</title>
			<description>It's really closing time...you can't stay here</description>
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			<title>This Incredible Dance</title>
			<description>Again it commences, this incredible dance!Flirtatious eyes are begging romance.Fingers stroke hands and face and hair--Traveling touches on skin soft and bare.There's movement and rhythm, incredibly smooth.Two bodies in sync and so ready to soothe.The yearning desire each body possessesContinues thi..</description>
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			<title>Peter, Paul and Mary, Always</title>
			<description>I found this among my poetry collection. Now, with the passing of Mary in 2009, Dick Kniss (their bass player) in 2012 (I think) and the father of folk music, Peter Seeger, I thought this would be a g</description>
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			<title>The Place You've Gone You will Stay</title>
			<description>When he goes, he never really was, I think.</description>
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			<title>To: The Embracer</title>
			<description>In &quot;The Thornbirds,&quot; Meggie Cleary said, &quot;I don't understand that kind of love!&quot; What are your thoughts about the sudden &quot;change of person?&quot; </description>
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			<title>Exquisite Love</title>
			<description>Maybe it's new love, or maybe it's forbidden, but one thing it is for sure--exquisite!</description>
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			<title>No One on Facebook</title>
			<description>my disconnect to F/B</description>
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			<title>Happened in my Mind</title>
			<description>This has only happened because I imagined it.</description>
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			<title>My Mind's Chaotic Maze&quot;</title>
			<description>I was about 16 when I wrote this. I sent it to my cousin. She mailed it back to me just a few years ago--some 35 years later. If she had not sent it back to me, I would not still have it. Ty Janice!</description>
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			<title>Turning Fork</title>
			<description>This is written for the late Pete Seeger 1919-2014</description>
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			<title>Missing Atticus</title>
			<description>It is a good old fashioned love poem when one person is brutally missing the other. Atticus is my cat and here, I use my tiger-striped baby as a pseudonym.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molliefitz58/1306706/</link>
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			<title>Thousand Poems</title>
			<description>How many poems does one have to write in order to introduce the self, share and love another?</description>
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