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		<description>The original writings of author Irony is bitter, is it not?</description>
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			<title>part 8: pickled plum, buttered rum</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Pickled plum, buttered rumPickled plum, buttered rumPickled plum, buttered rumPickled plum, buttered rumPickled plum, buttered rumPickled plum, buttered rumPickled plum, buttered rum&amp;#2013266048;&quot;&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Shut up!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I am fusterated.&amp;ldquo;Can you jus..</description>
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			<title>part 7: fishville</title>
			<description>Are we in good standings?I&amp;rsquo;m on a plane,And I&amp;rsquo;m going backDear God.&amp;nbsp;Double majorIn pure and applied mathMinor in either computor scienceOr music(if they have music minors there)&amp;nbsp;Aha!You start to stare at your fingersAnd I raise my eyebows.&amp;ldquo;what..</description>
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			<title>part 6: i excuse myself</title>
			<description>I excuse myselfI run out of the caf&amp;eacute;,And run straight into maria&amp;ldquo;gosh!&amp;rdquo; she yells,&amp;ldquo;watch where you&amp;rsquo;re going!&amp;rdquo;But I ignore herAnd keep running.&amp;nbsp;I can feel every bone in my body.I&amp;rsquo;m so impoverishedThat it takes me too far&amp;nbsp;No...</description>
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			<title>part 5: math-based</title>
			<description>Wow, all of us are like siblingsWe fightAnd we laughFight,And forgive&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I should get my OJ,&amp;rdquo; I comment,Looking down sadly into my glass&amp;ldquo;it&amp;rsquo;s all gone.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;it must give you an empty feeling,&amp;rdquo;He says, and before I understand,You ..</description>
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			<title>part 4: all of a sudden</title>
			<description>All of a suddenYou&amp;rsquo;re speaking to her in italian(maria knows italian?!)My mind goes crazy(I haven&amp;rsquo;t seem maria in a while)&amp;nbsp;Hello?How&amp;rsquo;s it going?How&amp;rsquo;ve you been?&amp;nbsp;I spit out questions like I&amp;rsquo;m going to throw up(after OD&amp;rsquo;ing on OJ, I t..</description>
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			<title>part 3: so i ditched milk for orange juice</title>
			<description>So I ditched milk for orange juiceAnd OD&amp;rsquo;d on OJ(Not bad of a pun)&amp;nbsp;Anyways.&amp;nbsp;How comeYou&amp;rsquo;re notIn washington?Mexico, really?I thought you liked rainy weatherOver dryness&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;Hmmm&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;Is it safe to sayThat you&amp;rsquo;re the only pe..</description>
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			<title>part 2: so you actually pick up your phone</title>
			<description>So you actually pick up your phoneBecause maybe,Maybe you were wrong too&amp;nbsp;Halfway though, you deciede to hang up on me(well, then)&amp;nbsp;Apparently, you don&amp;rsquo;t want to be my cousinHowever (using transitions here),You&amp;rsquo;re stuck.&amp;nbsp;And I like how you&amp;rsquo;re stuc..</description>
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			<title>part 1: elyzabeth</title>
			<description>Okay, give it up. Who stole my mind?&amp;nbsp;Wow, I don&amp;rsquo;t know anymore.I&amp;rsquo;ve lost my mindAnd I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure you took it.&amp;nbsp;I like how no one knowsThat these poems even exist(well, almost no one)&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Suit youself&amp;rdquo; you sayAnd jump back into the dri..</description>
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			<title>Irony Is Bitter, Is It Not?</title>
			<description>The story of my life, in short poetry verse form.</description>
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