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		<description>The original writings of author Tierney Heilman</description>
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			<title>Moonlight</title>
			<description>Fortyminutes driving the highway along the river brought her to this place.Two monthsago she made her first trip out.Two weeksago, the second.And now,the third and final visit.&amp;nbsp;Themoonlight shined brighter from up here, she thought.Themoonlight cut deeper fro..</description>
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			<title>Hopeless Hope</title>
			<description>Shameshackles to shelves,Discardedin disarray.Leavingliberty living,Piouspeople pray.&amp;nbsp;Whileweeping willows wangle,Becausebreathing brought bounty.Pridepressures passion privately,Callingcolor counts in county.</description>
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			<title>21 December 2012, 18:00</title>
			<description>A&amp;nbsp;setting sun, a&amp;nbsp;rising moon,Air thick with definite doom.The sting of a mighty iron beast,Rings through the&amp;nbsp;sky&amp;nbsp;without cease.The day has come,The newspapers read,The day humanity,suffers fatal bloodshed.&amp;nbsp;And once I was told,That when so many holdAn iron fist,Peace cannot e..</description>
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			<title>Hour of Night</title>
			<description>For the moment&amp;nbsp;passing,fearful and somber,waning moonshine shone.Slowly&amp;nbsp;my touch&amp;nbsp;shall wander,along your hair, to your brow&amp;nbsp;bone.Alone, afraid but joyous,our shinshine arrives at dawn.But the waning moon won't disappear,until the night is gone.</description>
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			<title>An Ode to the Immature and the Unworthy</title>
			<description>An ode tothe&amp;nbsp;immature&amp;nbsp;and the unworthy.Spare meyour&amp;nbsp;frivolous&amp;nbsp;troubles,For your qualms bearno&amp;nbsp;validity.To bedevil me is to make agrand fault.For the power that I holdis vast,and to tempt me is to playwith fire.Dangerous andunpredictable...</description>
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			<title>Bricks and a Donkey</title>
			<description>A short story about a young man and an mysterious guest.</description>
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