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			<title>Life slide</title>
			<description>Sliding down the slippery slope of lifeKnowing there is no slowingYou fly over the bumpsSometimes smoothlySometimes crashing down hard.The memories of your slideSometimes joyous, sometimes painfulYou carry them with youAs your future speeds towards you.Can you enjoy the ride ?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1482117/</link>
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			<title>In The Moment</title>
			<description>IN THE MOMENT&amp;nbsp;The sun-kissed lawn,Seems greener than green.It sparkles and glistens.&amp;nbsp;Birds sing love songs,One to another.Hidden in lush green foliage.&amp;nbsp;Oh how beautifullyThose perfect notes,Play on the air !&amp;nbsp;A whisper of wind,Gently brushes my hair.Curls bounce, ever so slightly...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1404197/</link>
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			<title>SORRY ?</title>
			<description>You think it is so easy.Sorry is not enough.The tears and sorrow You bought meCan't be overcome with sorry.&amp;nbsp;You drew blood from my soul.I am no longer whole.Innocence has fled.My spirit almost dead.&amp;nbsp;I was down n weak.You attacked me.I sank within myself.You danced in my ashes.Your scorn st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1403116/</link>
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			<title>YOU WOULD HAVE TURNED EIGHTEEN TODAY</title>
			<description>Today there would have been a great partyWith all of your friends over to celebrate.Instead there is a small gathering of thoseWho wish to acknowledge this day.&amp;nbsp;There would have been laughter and fun.Instead there are tears at what will never be.You would have been able to drive a car.You would..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1403110/</link>
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			<title>EXISTING WITH A MISTAKE</title>
			<description>EXISTING WITH A MISTAKE&amp;nbsp;In the days after the crash,The world came to know her name.She was hated and loved.Both with such vigor,That it seemed surreal.No body came to see her though.The world just spun on its axis.Now so aware of her,But so distant as well.&amp;nbsp;Time seemed to waver around thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1402954/</link>
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			<title>A moment in nature</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A MOMENT IN NATURESitting outside todayThe cool light..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1401781/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>In the daysAfter the crashThe world came to know her name.&amp;nbsp;She was hatedAnd loved,With such verocityIt seemed surreal.&amp;nbsp;Nobody came to see her.The world just spun on it's axis.Now so aware of herYet, so distant as well.&amp;nbsp;Time seemed to waveraround this one eventIt staggered, It stalled...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1400372/</link>
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			<title>Loss</title>
			<description>The day comes with its own problems , You try to fill it the best you can. Try to remain busy, To shut out any thoughts, Thoughts that try and wrap themselves around you, Try suffocating you like a poisonous vine.&amp;nbsp; If only you can, not think. If only you can, not realise,That ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1399929/</link>
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			<title>Conversation with my thoughts</title>
			<description>One, none, never, nothingEverything, nothingSomething, nothingNothing, nothing.&amp;nbsp;A bit, a little bit.Too much, not enoughSomething, not anything.Not nothing but nothing&amp;nbsp;No nothing, please something.Something noSomething yesToo much, not enough.&amp;nbsp;More, moreSomething more.Something now.Co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1399907/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>Looking over the precipice of life,Perched precariously on it's edge.Knowing, not knowing the future at hand.Living the past like I'm dead.&amp;nbsp;Pushing past memories.Trying to secure,A hope that seems far out of reach.&amp;nbsp;Living each day,Not staying away,From waves of the pastCrashing the beach.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1399888/</link>
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			<title>The Chair</title>
			<description>He sat there in his chair,Feeling it's old worn arms.Layer upon layer of tapestry threads,'Just like my life', he thought.&amp;nbsp;Time and again he had pondered here,With each turn and twist of his life,How much thinking had he done in this chair,How much sweat was wrought.&amp;nbsp;Problems and plans, Al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1399886/</link>
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			<title>My daughter</title>
			<description>Such a wonderful smile,A kind loving heart.The day you left,My world fell apart.&amp;nbsp;No longer will we sing,Our hearts' songs together.I thought you were here to stay,Now I have to wait til forever.&amp;nbsp;To hold you in my arms again,To share your joy you pain.If only I could have another moment,Now..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Donna-Marie/1399884/</link>
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