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			<title>Tearless Funeral </title>
			<description>Sadness or madness ? You decide. </description>
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			<title>What was sung</title>
			<description>Amidst the mist of the thirsty garden, onechilly morningWearing the face of one who&amp;rsquo;s hapless inlove, or in mourning&amp;nbsp;She walked about, feeling small, unhappywith her insignificance&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t even name these flowers&amp;rdquo;, she, aspring offspring, thought..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mielamer/1543440/</link>
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			<title>About his Lolita </title>
			<description>Reviewing Vladimir's Lolita </description>
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			<title>To be a woman </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Afresh November morning sprung up displaying his moody temper. The sky, thoughblue and sun-drenched, was scattered with some snivelling greyish clouds thatkept sprinkling their heavy tears on Saint Pier Neighbourhood fo..</description>
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			<title>Lil Elbar </title>
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			<title>One Night</title>
			<description>Only the first part is real.</description>
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			<title>It isn't Hate</title>
			<description>It just came bursting out of me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mielamer/1362245/</link>
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			<title>False Alarm </title>
			<description>Nobody really knows when it's time to pass away... </description>
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			<title>O Lord</title>
			<description>Just a personalized prayer...</description>
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			<title>She Burns </title>
			<description>She cools the nerves that I burnedShe makes it right when you feel blueShe makes of you a man, I learned,And how to quite her, you&amp;rsquo;ve no clue!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You light her, you put her on fireAnd quietly she burns for you It&amp;rsquo;s such a scene to admire When, bit..</description>
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