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			<title>White Rock: A Town of Nonsense</title>
			<description>Stories from a small border town in Western Canada.</description>
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			<title>The kings</title>
			<description>Monarchy is dated.</description>
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			<title>Desperate Words for a Lonely Man</title>
			<description>The best way to get over a girl is to put her into writing... As long as she didn't kill you first.</description>
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			<title>A Short Poem for Foreigners of Akihabara</title>
			<description>Culture shock is real.</description>
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			<title>The Man in the Car</title>
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			<title>The Trees</title>
			<description>The roots of who we become is passed down from who we surround ourself with.</description>
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			<title>10:30pm In Stan's Basement</title>
			<description>The moments of nostalgia that make us realize that youth never lasts.</description>
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