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			<title>Red Mist</title>
			<description>This is a poem about anger, when the red mist comes down and you can't control it.</description>
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			<title>Dark clouds of rain</title>
			<description>             Here come the dark clouds yet again,Have we not had enough heavy rain.The rain it just pours and pours Comes in underground, through windows and doors.The rivers are full to the brim,Bursting their banks oh it looks grim.Flooding through housesfields and shop..</description>
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			<title>   Mirror of Life</title>
			<description>A poem about a person looking at a reflection and how they see themselves as they grow old.</description>
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			<title>Remember me When I'm Gone</title>
			<description>Poem about the 1st World War on Flanders Field, remembering those who fought one hundred years on.</description>
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			<title>Red Mist</title>
			<description>Poem about anger and when the red mist descends on you.</description>
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			<title>Rain</title>
			<description>             RainHere come the dark clouds yet again,Have we not had enough heavy rain.The rain it just pours and pours Comes in underground, through windows and doors.The rivers are full to the brim,Bursting their banks oh it looks grim.Flooding through housesfields and ..</description>
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			<title>My God</title>
			<description>My thoughts about God</description>
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			<title>This Empty Space</title>
			<description>This is a poem about how I feel when I get depressed.</description>
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