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			<title>That Present</title>
			<description>How was it possible, that one night, or better to say those nights, made man&amp;nbsp;to live in the present so deeply&amp;nbsp;! Made&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;look so separated and confined, to the present, to be unrelated to any future and past.One Present so cruel and barren, that made their existence lessen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erjon_Mann/1360204/</link>
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			<title>My Poem For My City </title>
			<description>Its about the Capital of Albania,Tirana
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erjon_Mann/1359716/</link>
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			<title>My Last Prayer</title>
			<description>This poem is about losing faith in Religion
Keep in mind when reading this poem the story of the old covenant 
Moses talked to God and asked,what his name meant,God answered &quot;He Who Is and will Be&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erjon_Mann/1359239/</link>
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