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			<title>Chapter three</title>
			<description>October 15th... Yes Cody was counting.  October 15th they had their first good frost.  Rabbit and squirrel had been in season for almost a week already but it wasn't good to shoot them before the first good frost.  Cody woke up cold.  There was frost on the windows, frost on the grass, frost on ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter two </title>
			<description>Cody sat across from Jennifer at lunch.  They told each other every aching detail of their Christmas and once that was done Cody found himself distracted.  He'd been watching videos on YouTube all night learning everything he could about his rifle and how to shoot it. The amount of information on th..</description>
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			<title>Chapter one</title>
			<description>Christmas </description>
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			<title>Cody and the Big Wonderful Wander </title>
			<description>Cody, suffering under the weight of a small world and all its people, runs off into the snow. Will he ever return? Does he even want to?</description>
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			<title>wings</title>
			<description>She is a cygnet effortless and rarereplaced her white feathers with golden blonde hair&amp;nbsp;Burned in your eyes a sight you can't unsee&amp;nbsp;she points her way south far far away from mewith a beat of her wings she's gone before I knowdisappearing into the sun foreverand I'm left with on..</description>
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			<title>Life in my head</title>
			<description>My thoughts race to the front of my head like angry people shouting and pushing through the crowdEverything on top of everything since the first spark of lightEverything on top of everything since the dawn of thingsMy mind is cluttered and I need boxesBoxes for the things that shouldn't be o..</description>
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			<title>Life through another filter</title>
			<description>How we long for those childish emotions&amp;nbsp;such fearless love such painful love&amp;nbsp;do you remember crashing into one another&amp;nbsp;do you remember me when we were young&amp;nbsp;do you remember when our minds wondered as to what we'd become</description>
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			<title>whiskey whispers</title>
			<description>And the whiskey whispered that her eyes were a match to the blue of the ocean that I love&amp;nbsp;and her hair was as black as the coal of the mine thats hidden from the light up above&amp;nbsp;Blinding your eyes with her sway and her stareThis girl is the devil and I don't even careFueled by summe..</description>
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			<title>Words</title>
			<description>Words communicate or convey&amp;nbsp;depending on the artist or the scholar&amp;nbsp;precise directions&amp;nbsp;or vague musings&amp;nbsp;they urge the heart towards passionthey bring the mind to lightbut words are not words without a speakerso speak with all your might</description>
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			<title>Samantha</title>
			<description>she is a rogue wave&amp;nbsp;I wish she would crash into meshe is a deiform&amp;nbsp;I know we'll never beshe smokes her cigarette&amp;nbsp;She loves without a careshe smokes her cigaretteI can't help but stareshe leaveslooking over her shouldershe loves to watch me&amp;nbsp;watch her walk awa..</description>
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