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			<title>Judge</title>
			<description>JudgeDriving today to spend some time with an old friend.It is to be his last moments with us.Avoiding all that will bring memories of this day.Thinking of the many, many good times.Remembering those things that made him, Him.There never shall be another like him.With..</description>
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			<title>The Day of Peace?</title>
			<description>The Day of PeaceThe sun has yet toriseAs I make my way tothe kitchenThe alarm neversounded, to ruin the tranquil peaceI push the button onthe coffee makerThe house is silentI return to the roomThere is my familyrhythmically breathingThe song of lifeC..</description>
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			<title>Isaabelle Marie</title>
			<description>Isabelle Marie &amp;nbsp;Sitting at the kitchen tableAcross from my GrandmotherLooking into her eyesListening to her wordsSeeing who she wasRemembering her for what she wasSeeing the emptiness that is thereShe speaks of those she has lostHusband, Sons, Daughte..</description>
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			<title>My View of &quot;Birthday&quot;</title>
			<description>My View Of &amp;ldquo;Birthday&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;This is the day I climbed from my Mother.I became an individual.Over these many years I have grown.Over these many years I have learned.Over these many years I have met others.Over these many years I have loved others.Over these many years my Fa..</description>
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			<title>The Man Beneath the Bridge</title>
			<description>My drive to work</description>
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			<title>Yesterday's</title>
			<description>They say today is the first day of the rest of your life.What the hell was yesterday then?All of today&amp;rsquo;s started to form yesterdayMy today is influenced by all of the yesterdaysMy future is unwritten.</description>
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			<title>Window</title>
			<description>Just thoughts while looking out the window</description>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>My feelings of returning home after a long trip.</description>
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			<title>Hey Chuck</title>
			<description>My spin on Charles Buckowski</description>
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			<title>My mind Screams</title>
			<description>My mind screams!Listen to meWhat was I thinking?It is now mumbling.Random thoughts unconnected.They&amp;rsquo;ll sort themselves.Falling into place one by one.The plus signs appearing between the ones.No need for a total.Always growing an endless summation.Odd things influence others..</description>
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			<title>Journeys of life</title>
			<description>Journeys of lifeNever really thought of the futureHere we are in itStanding on the page of timeSo clearly seeingThe mistakes, bad choicesThe what that should have been saidThe things better left unsaidThe people that should have clung toThe people better ran fromN..</description>
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			<title>Mother</title>
			<description>Title is who it's about</description>
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