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		<description>The original writings of author oubliette</description>
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			<title>Gator Bait</title>
			<description>Bad things should happen to bad people</description>
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			<title>The Wig</title>
			<description>Mom dated a guy who wore a toupee and it was clearly a toupee. The dialect is old southern. It was fun to write and even more fun to read it to my mom </description>
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			<title>Values</title>
			<description>The JPF 2003 was my moms tag line. It is when she wrote this piece about raising our children and the only way to that is through love, listening, and time well spent with them</description>
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			<title>I wanna go home</title>
			<description>letting go of someone that you love, but you know if you stayed with that person, you would be lost, even to yourself forever.</description>
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			<title>The first time I saw myself</title>
			<description>This can work as a prose or spoken word</description>
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			<title>For you my son</title>
			<description>Things most mothers want to say but just can't seem to find the right words</description>
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			<title>A Mother&amp;rsquo;s Love (Part 1)</title>
			<description>(A Mother&amp;rsquo;s Prayer)- that feeling you have the very first moment your baby is placed in your arms and you know in your heart, that baby knows you are his/her mother</description>
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			<title>If I could Just.....</title>
			<description>Ever wonder what happens to a person who cannot stop worrying about everything.</description>
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			<title>I tried</title>
			<description>A mother on her death bed, still trying to manipulate her children and drive wedges between them</description>
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			<title>comes the dawn</title>
			<description>Waking up to the realities of life</description>
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			<title>choices</title>
			<description>do not let the choices of others define who you are
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