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		<description>The original writings of author Saburo</description>
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			<title>Senseless Community </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sense..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/545065/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One ( The Morning that i began Mourning )</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5 1/2 Months Later &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/545051/</link>
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			<title>the young writer</title>
			<description>The Young WriterSays he is done with schoolI just want to writeThats itForeverand everBut why am i herein this prisonof useless Bullshit teachingsi dont need thisinever willBut i cant say it Why do i suffer everydayfrom the mockery of the kids thereif i dont want or need to be theredoesnt make sense..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/544417/</link>
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			<title>My Lovely Dove</title>
			<description>  For the girls of my dreams, i hope she reads this and knows it about her. ^+^</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/544209/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The sky was a burning scarlet and the the warmth of the awakening sun was beginning to bathe the whole city in blood. The wind was blowing as if the angels themselves were blowing through New York. &quot; It has to be around here somewhere&quot; Saburo sa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/544198/</link>
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			<title>Shot</title>
			<description>a book about a woman who lost everything</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/544191/</link>
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			<title> June 14, 1780</title>
			<description>a diary passed on from the prisoners of the Bastille 
             p.s its a short story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/543705/</link>
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			<title>The kiss of life or death?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; He saw her past out on the beach as the sky was a burning scarlet. He had followed a beautiful voice to this sexy maiden unconscious.&amp;nbsp; He knew how to save her but was afraid. As he reached out and landed his lips on hers. The warm feeling of his lips on a lifeless body. He could feel his..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/543382/</link>
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			<title>  Time goes by</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tick Tock &amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/543380/</link>
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			<title> My true self poem</title>
			<description>a contest entry </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/543376/</link>
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			<title> The Other Prologue </title>
			<description> this &quot;book&quot; is only to show you readers the prologues i had come up with and you guys are going to help me decide which one to use. For now :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/543374/</link>
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			<title>The Prologue </title>
			<description>well this is the first prologue i thought of</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/543372/</link>
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			<title> The Prologue </title>
			<description>well i had never made it past the prologue so i want to see what people think of it </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Saburo/543371/</link>
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