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		<description>The original writings of author Jos&amp;eacute; Humilde</description>
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			<title>We Can Work It Out</title>
			<description>Things can feel much better after we cry.But I prefer that we share a good laugh.I can be open; be sure not to pry.I need my heart full; not empty or half.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/994996/</link>
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			<title>El Lobo</title>
			<description>Just a quick little...something that I thought up at work.  I thought it profound and wanted to share. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/812279/</link>
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			<title>See you later, Summer</title>
			<description>This is an unrefined poem that I put up LAST year as a status update on facebook. haha.  enjoy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/593166/</link>
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			<title>La Palabra Perdida/The Lost Word</title>
			<description>Just a poem I tried doing in spanish.  Translated into english (in red...of course, lol)  enjoy! :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/590706/</link>
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			<title>To the woman who has my heart:</title>
			<description>At the risk of seeming sappy, I thought this up.  Yeah...this is why I suck at free verse. :/</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/558863/</link>
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			<title>Facebook Posting Freestyle Battle</title>
			<description>silly &quot;feestyle battle&quot; I'm the guy in bold...my friend is the one without.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/558128/</link>
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			<title>Sam Stabbed Mother</title>
			<description>Having some fun with a quatrain.  Enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/554603/</link>
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			<title>Blood On The Street</title>
			<description>I was inspired by a poem I read to try out this style.  Enjoy! :D</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/554163/</link>
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			<title>Fry Cook By Day, Philosopher By Night</title>
			<description>An English (Shakespearean) sonnet about a kid getting home from work and relaxing...erm, in his own way. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/553907/</link>
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			<title>Shell Case Rejection</title>
			<description>A life without affection...takes a toll on a kid.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/553305/</link>
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			<title>rap freestyle battle</title>
			<description>An example of some of my rhymes.  Don't mean to sound sacrilegious...that's just how it wound up being.   Sorry. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/552444/</link>
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			<title>En Clase/In Class</title>
			<description>A kid in history class who can't get his mind off a girl</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/552436/</link>
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			<title>Animal Instinct</title>
			<description>Just up late...watching old re-runs of Law and Order.  haha</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/552009/</link>
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			<title>A Sunday Stroll</title>
			<description>I took &quot;Urban&quot; and I added to it, building it into something hopefully a bit more.  Enjoy :D</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/551982/</link>
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			<title>Days in the past.</title>
			<description>These are all true memories of mine.  Enjoy. :D</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/551445/</link>
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			<title>Sleepless Nights pt. 3</title>
			<description>Just had to vent...another poem about a woman that broke my heart.  Enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/550004/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Urban&quot;</title>
			<description>This is the poem that I had before  &quot;A Sunday Stroll.&quot;  If you'd like, read that after this, and see the improvements?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/548733/</link>
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			<title>Greeting Dawn </title>
			<description>Awoken by the rigid air, Gerald knew he couldn't stay much longer. The brisk morning air served as his usual morning wake-up call. He already made the mistake of hitting snooze a few too many times in the past. Generally, society didn't mind him sleeping on a bench, as long as nobody saw him laying ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/544865/</link>
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			<title>Street talk</title>
			<description>Follow Gerald, a troubled youth, as he tries to survive the best way he can on the streets.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/544863/</link>
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			<title>The Handshake</title>
			<description>I first hit the dude, hard on the nose.I showed him to be smart when choosing his foes.&amp;nbsp;He stared back at me, scared and dazed.He saw a man that was brutal and crazed.&amp;nbsp;I got out the blade, and struck his side.There was no room to run, no place to hide.&amp;nbsp;He cried out in agony, wanting n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/542966/</link>
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			<title>Sleepless Nights pt. 2</title>
			<description>My mind is traveling at the speed of light.&amp;nbsp;Trying to sleep with all of my might.&amp;nbsp;Thinking of power and making some money.&amp;nbsp;Thinking of jokes that could be kind of funny.&amp;nbsp;Thinking of days that have passed me by.&amp;nbsp;Thinking of what follows the decimal in Pi.&amp;nbsp;Thinking of the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/542962/</link>
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			<title>Sleepless Nights</title>
			<description>After a conversation I had with a good friend, I had this idea for a fun poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jose_Humilde/542959/</link>
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