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			<title>Check What Your Next Book's Title Will Be :-) </title>
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			<title> Thoughts Behind Habits of Famous Writers [Infographic]</title>
			<description>Recently, I've found the cool infographic about the habits of famous writers. Its creators have done a great job indeed: it was weird for me to find out that one of my favorite writers wrote naked to avoid the temptation of going outside before he finished his work!Moreover, all those habits..</description>
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			<title> Consider Your English Pronunciation Good? This Poem Will Change Your Mind </title>
			<description>We do not want to disappoint you, but your English pronunciation fails. Yes, it is. &quot;I am a native speaker!&quot;, you may say. Well, we congratulate you with this fact, but your pronunciation fails anyway</description>
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			<title>My Testament</title>
			<description>A well-known poem of Taras Shevchenko, the Ukrainian poet, writer and artist, whose 200th anniversary we celebrated this year (March, 9). Translated by John Weir.</description>
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			<title>Emptiness</title>
			<description>Thousands of peopleEmpty insideGray and sad facesAll look alikeAll in a hurryDown the streetsNothing prevents themFrom stay on the feetBut when they're aloneEach one is madBright and cool imagesLive in his headIf all we were ableTo look deep insideIt would be so easyTo make world alive</description>
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