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			<title>Fellows of Fortune</title>
			<description>Luck, fortune or fate. What we all do when we need the sun to shine brighter.</description>
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			<title>Hated the Heartless</title>
			<description>Where is your heart now brothers?Does it hide in the crevices andshadows,Waiting for the right moment orminute?&amp;nbsp;Where is your heart now family?Is it hidden in cowardice or thesad drape of pride,Or is it frozen still sleepingdeeply imbibed?&amp;nbsp;Where is y..</description>
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			<title>Languid liquid</title>
			<description>Lusciousliquid licks every orifice,Oozeand creeps and seeps,Overlanguid laying bodifice.Lamentablesighs of passion peeps,&amp;nbsp;Atvivid nightly gatherings.Sleepsand slouch and sneaks,Serpentineseduction springs;(on)animals and avid freaks.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Azamko</title>
			<description>A plight for the unrecognised that built the foundations of South Africa, and a motion for their remembrance.</description>
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			<title>Autumn's fall</title>
			<description>Spending a year in a country with no real weather changes except; summer and summer-with-rain, inspired this poem, a fact which only dawned upon me when infinite summer ended as I left.</description>
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