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			<title>Thoughts of a Rich Man in the Trenches of WW1</title>
			<description>The first world war changed the world in more ways that most of us realise. Before the war the divide between the classes was far worse than it is today.</description>
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			<title>Homeless</title>
			<description>Do you know what it really feels like to be without all the daily things we take for granted? There are people out there that really do know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelalgarratt/1429953/</link>
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			<title>Creative Things</title>
			<description>A body must be a poet to make charge of such creative things.</description>
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			<title>To A Poem</title>
			<description>Art isn't meant to be perfect, if it was it simply wouldn't exist.</description>
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			<title>The Bells of Aberdyfi</title>
			<description>The legend lives on...</description>
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			<title>A Vision of the Old Days</title>
			<description>My Great grand dad was a musician, he used to play the piano for the silent movies.  Isn't it amzaing how people we never really knew, and are no longer here can still be or muse?</description>
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			<title>A Bend in the Road</title>
			<description>Something's never change</description>
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			<title>Poppies</title>
			<description>A poem for all who have lost their lives in any war.</description>
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			<title>Only the Moon</title>
			<description>About a vagabond.</description>
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			<title>Mary Rose</title>
			<description>This poem was inspired by Keats 'Old Meg'.</description>
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			<title>Heading Out</title>
			<description>A poem about leaving your home to conduct your daily routine.</description>
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