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			<title>lonely little cloud</title>
			<description>one cloud.one lonely little white puffy cloud.well, that certainly is betterthan no cloud at all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/1364413/</link>
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			<title>my darling, my love</title>
			<description>when this may find youknow it is with love,for&amp;nbsp;every waking momentand each and every breathis for you.so when your heart achesand when your tears fall,know that i will be thereforeverand more.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/1353466/</link>
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			<title>from on top of the clouds</title>
			<description>just a haze at first,the morning cloudsreveal what lies beneathits blanket.the awakening glowgrows with each passing momentlike a mysteryslowly being told.indistinguishable lightsline the hidden earth.alive but still,an entire world waits,undiscovered by my eyes.seemingly u..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/1107112/</link>
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			<title>sanibel beach</title>
			<description>we walked,for what felt like the first time,hand in handdown the winter beach.our words were scarceand meaningful,both togetherand separatein our thoughts,but all the whilefelt without being spoken.out destination was lostfrom the moment we set out,our path as meanderinga..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/1107106/</link>
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			<title>where they were</title>
			<description>there's one in all,or so i'm told.but in a moment,unperceived,unnoticed,and forgotten,it fades and is gone.though,not gone it the senseit may seem.in times of pure content,we know once againwhat it is to be,and in that momentwe find the truest of truths,there will alway..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/1076882/</link>
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			<title>from a streetwalk cafe</title>
			<description>take my pardoned empty pocketdropped upon the ground.i would like to read your lettersfrom your fountain found.&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;i see you again?the night will pass until then.&amp;nbsp;quite moments heard in chatter,stolen wistful eyes.these are orders from a distancegiven in disgui..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/1064871/</link>
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			<title>to catch the eye</title>
			<description>such beauty to behold,the&amp;nbsp;single stroke of a line,crafted in eleganceand mine forever more.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/1043725/</link>
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			<title>mrs. tealight, my own</title>
			<description>it's&amp;nbsp;sorrow i should find you this way,amid a&amp;nbsp;nod to the longing past,and yet with cheerthat i watch you dance.your simplicity burns brightly,enough to inspire the world,but for the momenti'm choosing to take you in.for my happiness nowcould never be more.so with patien..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/1043721/</link>
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			<title>dear poetry</title>
			<description>i hope you haven't gone.while i'm fairly certain that you haven't,i'll admit your absence has me worried.for you to suddenly disappear like that?well, it's unnervingif i'm to be completely honest.and yet,at the same timei fully understand.but do come backif not just for a visit...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/1010656/</link>
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			<title>life, love, and the oxford comma</title>
			<description>poetry book!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/1002439/</link>
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			<title>tractor days</title>
			<description>have your tractor days gone?perhaps,my love,they have just begun.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/972531/</link>
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			<title>the final days of poetry, in memorandum</title>
			<description>on the final days of poetrythe words will come undone,their letters dropped upon the groundfirst&amp;nbsp;one by one by one.then soon the streets will covered bewith thought unrecognized,and hope and faith will float awayin&amp;nbsp;cold wind undesiguised.the sun will set, the sun will rise,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/971561/</link>
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			<title>my love is like the dewdrops</title>
			<description>countless and pure,it settles lightlyfrom the morning mistand lays upon your heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/971527/</link>
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			<title>a captcha</title>
			<description>is what it's called,did you know?i most certainly did not.for had i known,i would have known,and that is most simplya fact.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/961925/</link>
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			<title>and a compass of course</title>
			<description>for were we to meetas sleep reaches to my eyes,i would take her handand whisper quietly to her heart.we would have all that we wanted.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/961922/</link>
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			<title>we just danced</title>
			<description>there was a momentof words,shared perfect and simple,but soonthe silence turnedunder the wonderful night.it was not meant for goodbyes,it was meant for us.and so...&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/953969/</link>
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			<title>wherever this my find you</title>
			<description>i bottled up what i could find,but my heart is on my sleeve.where have you gone, dear friend,and when did you go?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/945787/</link>
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			<title>these are my memories</title>
			<description>each cherished.each learned.each one a part of meand who i have become.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/945754/</link>
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			<title>what truly is</title>
			<description>i have failed.i have felt saddnessso deep that i knew nothing else.i have seen my dreams growand then watched&amp;nbsp;them fade awaybeyond my control.i have loved with all my heartand had it broken.i have cried,and i have cried again.i have been unable to stop crying.i have hurt...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/941914/</link>
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			<title>useless</title>
			<description>in the time it takes youto read this poem,you will have readtwenty&amp;nbsp;words(not counting the title).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/941883/</link>
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			<title>the winter and mr. ackenheil</title>
			<description>as we sat on the&amp;nbsp;park benchamid a warm summer's day,mr. ackenheil pausedand looked up to the sky.&quot;it's pleasant today,but just you waituntil the time nowisn't the&amp;nbsp;one you are having.in six brittle monthsthis will be nothingbut nothing,all snow covered cold.you're go..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/941872/</link>
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			<title>winter's second fall</title>
			<description>like once beforethe winter came,bringing soft white snowand thinking of you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/940471/</link>
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			<title>dreamland romance</title>
			<description>it lies alone,settled down beneaththe soft hum of the rolling tower lines,safe from the&amp;nbsp;reaching city lights.the quiet of the past sits,sparkled with broken glassand empty tin cans,waiting for a new beginning.but time stands stilland only&amp;nbsp;lets its children dream.there i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/939105/</link>
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			<title>my robot friends and me</title>
			<description>can you wonder,can you know,how much a friend can be?if not, do try and study usmy robot friends and me.&amp;nbsp;when times are good,when times are bad,we always have our 'we',with comfort hugs and cookie sheets,my robot friends and me.&amp;nbsp;we go through life,we witness&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/932645/</link>
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			<title>life, love, and the oxford comma</title>
			<description>in its simplest formlays one's self,set and true,unwavering from beginning to end.each thought defined by the otherand&amp;nbsp;all by their own,they intertwine,building and growinguntil at last they come together.but as they know,simplicity breedsinescapable complexity,whether i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/923926/</link>
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			<title>yes</title>
			<description>i&amp;rsquo;ve found my pocketfull againi thought the words had gone,but still they laywith true intentand are not yet withdrawn.they settled downsnug deep insideas did the three before,but this time theysit in a roundand sound like something more.they told me ofa story passed..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/884179/</link>
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			<title>memories past</title>
			<description>i miss our french pressed nightsand cookie conversations.i miss the courtyard dancesand kitchen laughs.i miss showing up early,stayout out late,smiling on the old parlor couch.i miss the park blankets,walking in the brisk winter air,dealing out the playing cards.i even miss the b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/843182/</link>
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			<title>un b&amp;#259;iat prost e fata</title>
			<description>acest lucru nu este doar un altpentru a v&amp;#259;,acesta este un apel pentru tine.v&amp;#259; sunt pentru totdeauna.e&amp;#351;ti frumoas&amp;#259;.sunteti ai mei.eu te iubesc.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/840193/</link>
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			<title>c'est</title>
			<description>pour vous,mon amour,et seulement pour vous.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/840179/</link>
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			<title>when the words speak</title>
			<description>when the words speaki hear them along,letting each one soundas intended.when the words speaki listen to their voice,and i learn why they are.i hear their storyand&amp;nbsp;follow its&amp;nbsp;path,i carry them alonguntil the time has comefor them to float away.but i never let them pa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/838990/</link>
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			<title>winter comes</title>
			<description>she is&amp;nbsp;hinting,frosting our morningsand chilling our breath.she has even offereda glimpse of what is to come.&quot;soon,&quot;she whispers in the growing wind,&quot;but not yet, my dear.&quot;&amp;nbsp;father winter is waiting,and he is readyto cover the earth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/838973/</link>
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			<title>the girl with the little teeth</title>
			<description>she's a wonderful personand will smile despite her pained heart.she can put up with a jokeand a grabber or two.she'll get you throughthe tough times,and laugh with youthrough the good.she's one of my oldest friends,the girl with the little teeth,and this one's for her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/829049/</link>
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			<title>to you, dear friend</title>
			<description>a thank you,from the bottom of my heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/823316/</link>
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			<title>i think it odd (3rd edition)</title>
			<description>i think it oddthat we can recognize certain feelingsbut never recognize what they mean,to rememberand know why they are there,but not understand why they feel.i wonder why that is?be it hurt or happinessthat lays within,perhaps we will never know,for these feelingscannot be pla..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/822940/</link>
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			<title>buried in the covers</title>
			<description>now don't you jump back,you'll not find me yet.get up,greet the day!get dressed,put on your morning elegance,and bound down the stairs.the world is yoursand you should never let it slip.but think of me always,in whatever you do,for i have done the same.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/820768/</link>
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			<title>edward</title>
			<description>clinging,he hangs by sticky feetfrom the ceiling tile.strong,nigh indestructable,he watches from abovesurveying his surroundings,plotting,planning,waiting.i noticed him days ago,but only just gave him his name,for he's kept me companyfrom the wee hours of the morninguntil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/813018/</link>
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			<title>the potter's sky</title>
			<description>isn't it amazinghow&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;can take a single colorand make it a masterpiece?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/812215/</link>
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			<title>&amp;ge;2</title>
			<description>eyes are blurryhands shakingtenseworking too quicklyconcentrateconcentrateconcentrateintense focus on nothingon everythingnothingtired awaketired awaketired awakeawake awakeam i sleepingam i awakeam idrink some waterthinkingthinkingthinkingthinkthinkno time ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/810109/</link>
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			<title>the wind has brought us autumn</title>
			<description>but just as soonit will take it back,the leaves unstainedand dancing away.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/809643/</link>
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			<title>a day out</title>
			<description>amidst the weather and winewe drove.the rain hit the windows,blurring the landscapeand muffling the conversation.but we didn't mind.our hands met,cold at firstwith nil-forgotten eagerness,but soon found warmthin their gentle dance.we ducked outside,hands still grasped,and b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/809642/</link>
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			<title>incessant</title>
			<description>i can hear you.i can hear you.i can hear you.i can hear you.i can hear you.i can hear you.i can hear you.i can hear you.i can hear you.i can hear you.and you're driving me mad.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/809638/</link>
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			<title>at last, the air is cold</title>
			<description>the yearis fal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; l&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in&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; g&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; n(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/806968/</link>
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			<title>blanketed</title>
			<description>a thick fogengulfs&amp;nbsp;the water front drive,hiding what must lay afoot.the air is silent,as silent as the blanketed horizon,and settles still around me,cool and empty to the touch.i strain my eyes,trying to see ahead,trying to find another step,but the fog stands an unwavering ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/806611/</link>
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			<title>innocence in the words of a child</title>
			<description>can you hearthe innocence and hopestill left,spoken with unabashed joy and heart?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/804755/</link>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>If I were able to express in words how autumn truly makes me feel, I can&amp;rsquo;t say with certainty that I would.&amp;nbsp;I guess I was just looking for change.&amp;nbsp; I needed away from home.&amp;nbsp; I needed away from my parents.&amp;nbsp; I needed away from my life, and I needed away from its familiar mo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/803885/</link>
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			<title>Autumn [working title]</title>
			<description>don't really have the full concept just yet, but looking for some thoughts.  about a kid after college.  friendship, love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/803883/</link>
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			<title>weather perfect/without</title>
			<description>todaythe weather is perfect.an autumn chill,brisk cool wind,the threat of rain,and a slight grey upon everything.i miss you love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/801127/</link>
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			<title>how soon?</title>
			<description>i'm tired.tired of you not being around.i'm tired of the distanceand the limited time.i'm tiredof the letting go,the far off feeling of being aloneeven when i'm not.i'm tiredof wondering what it&amp;nbsp;will be like,wondering how long.i'm tiredof wishing,hoping,missing,wanting.i'm tiredof planning,meet..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/801125/</link>
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			<title>the ballerina and her father</title>
			<description>in a quietornate dining room,the ballerina sitseating the evening mealwith her stern father.the table,fit for twelve,stretches across the room,fills only at the headand to its right.the silverware clinks,pausing only when the linenssilently wipe the crumbs away.taking a sip of wine,her father contin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/801122/</link>
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			<title>stray thought #97</title>
			<description>it feels niceto be missed once in awhile</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andygroe/797005/</link>
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