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			<title>Thoughts of a  Man with four Wheels</title>
			<description>Look! I have beenhalved,I have been turnedinto a metal.I asked for legs andthey gave me four,I asked for legs andthey gave me wheels.What justice is thisthat a man be wheeled around?Wheeled like a beanbag in a barrow.I have been halved,Everyone looks downon ..</description>
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			<title>Dear Lady bug</title>
			<description>Dear lady bugI have taken a ride on the west windsLooking for affection,I have mapped the directions to your hearton my wingsAnd marked our love with an X&amp;nbsp;In search of cupid&amp;rsquo;slost arrowI will be redeemedif obtained,For the birds try toswallowBut..</description>
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			<title>Nature's beauty</title>
			<description>Nature&amp;rsquo;s beautyI gaze at its creationAwakened by the birds anthemThe animals assign themselves to different occupations&amp;nbsp;Portraying a deranged perm,The sun burns the hairless mammalsAnd Mother Nature blows her coolest sigh,The bees jet as they pass byTrying to dye the petals,As yearlings m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSII/1367105/</link>
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			<title>One cold summer morning</title>
			<description>One cold summer morningUnpredictable and surprising morning.Woken with a backhand slap from the wind,Tough love as one would say,I gaze at the frozen terrain.The birds of the sea twitterTrying to warm their beaks,The soil has turned whiteThe skies have turned grey,The future looks blurCause the fog ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SSII/1367093/</link>
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			<title>Efil</title>
			<description>This is a poem about life. Efil is life spelt backwards. </description>
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