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			<title>Angel Wings</title>
			<description>A poem.</description>
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			<title>Every Autumn Afternoon</title>
			<description>This poem is about my life in the country and my next-door neighbor who was my constant playmate.</description>
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			<title>Now Or Never (chpt. 3)</title>
			<description>	Sapphire slowly eased herself into the rubble as an attempt to hide herself in the chaotic ruins. &amp;nbsp;She fearfully glanced over her shoulder to see a group of no more than two dozen soldiers, dressed in camouflage, marching military-style past the gap in the city's barbed wire fence where the st..</description>
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			<title>Now Or Never (chpt. 2)</title>
			<description>	Sapphire kicked a few broken bricks to the side and sat down next to her mother, who slowly eased herself up into a sitting position to talk with her daughter. She was still in a good deal of pain but the splint did its job.&amp;nbsp;	&quot;I don't know where to begin,&quot; Sapphire sighed. &quot;How much do you rem..</description>
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			<title>Now Or Never (chpt. 1)</title>
			<description>	The pesky static from the radio subsided. A familiar voice issued from the small, tin box. It sounded confused, exhausted, terrified.	&quot;The war is over,&quot; came President Talbot's voice. &quot;The Protectors -zzz- have been -zzz- defeated.&quot;	Dejectedly, Sapphire slunk farther into the rubble of crushed bric..</description>
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			<title>Now Or Never</title>
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