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			<title>Tree story</title>
			<description>I had to write a story from a tree's perspective for English this year, and I thought it came out ok.  Its a little long and I'm a bit worried its confusing or boring.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vab11/567780/</link>
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			<title>The Clover</title>
			<description>I found a four-leaf clover and felt like writing about it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vab11/567743/</link>
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			<title>Childhood</title>
			<description>Acrostic</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vab11/567541/</link>
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			<title>Drinking Tea in Fourth Period Lunch</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s chaotic out there,Pandemonious blabber,Unintelligent shout outs,And incessant chatter,Yet a dome of tranquility,Encompasses me,As with my pinkie up,I sip at my tea,The human wildlife,Surrounding me fades,Styrofoam turns to porcelain,In this peaceful fa&amp;ccedil;ade,C..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vab11/567529/</link>
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			<title>The Grill</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Honey, look what I found in our backyard!&amp;rdquo; My husband&amp;rsquo;s carrying voice reached my ears like a whisper as I sat on our bed painting my toenails.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Just a minute dear!&amp;rdquo; Arching my toes toward the ceiling ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vab11/567527/</link>
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			<title>A Day in the Life of the White-Collar Businessman</title>
			<description>ABC poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vab11/567515/</link>
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			<title>My Mind</title>
			<description>Compartmented and started,Ordered and dated,My mind is a file folder,Flipped through, closed, then crated.On its smooth beige cover,No sign of stress,Its spotless manila,Shows no markings or mess,My thick outer cover seems calm and composed,For the papers inside are never exposed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vab11/567514/</link>
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