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		<description>The original writings of author Maurice</description>
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			<title>With the Passing of Time</title>
			<description>Getting up from my bed used to be so easy.I felt neither pain nor stress when I did.Walking around the city used to be funAnd I could attend the galleries with ease.&amp;nbsp;Now getting up feels like heaving bouldersAnd my head feels heavy and burdened.Gone are the long walks I once enjoyedAnd stan..</description>
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			<title>As Winter Enters</title>
			<description>Frost that coversConquered groundBiting through the airIn unrestrained furyAs puddles of iceLine the streetsStill granted respiteFrom the deadly rime.I dream of a landWhere warmth embraces allAnd sun kisses the earthAnd it is thereThat I findMy loveLong sought.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benadam/648881/</link>
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			<title>A Portrait of Depression</title>
			<description>Surrounded by a spectrumOf colors and shapes,I try to seeBeyond the grayThat follows me everywhereAnd blocks the sun.The days go byOne by oneAnd tomorrowYawns before meExtending promisesThat never come true.The emptinessThat engulfs meKnows no restNor respiteThe future will beRegardless.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benadam/615531/</link>
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			<title>On a Summer Day</title>
			<description>The earth basksIn the summer sun;Seated at sidewalk caf&amp;eacute;sAre people resting momentarilyFrom the frenzyWhile on the sidewalkLies somebodyForgotten,Maybe aliveBut no one cares.</description>
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			<title>Scenes</title>
			<description>Different scenarios relating to war and to public indifference.</description>
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			<title>Calling a Truce</title>
			<description>I know you don't want me nowAnd I feel the same about youBut fighting makes no sense anyhowAnd it wastes our energies, too.Don't you think it's time to ceaseAnd declare a truce for goodWe should instead be promoting peaceAnd doing the best we could.Maybe you won't even hear me outAnd I'm foolish the..</description>
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			<title>As One Heart</title>
			<description>It doesn't really matter nowThat you and I are far apartWhat matters more is really howWe're still connecting heart to heart.I know each evening my thoughts areOf you and all you mean to meAnd if you remember me from afarOur hearts could never closer be.We will meet again and know the touchOf love t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benadam/586904/</link>
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			<title>A Day in the Life of a Homeless Man</title>
			<description>I wake up in a crowded barracks full of noise and dirtTo hear the blaring sounds of boom boxes and radio preachers shoutingHow they can save our souls from damnationBut not from the hatred of mankind.All hope has died, and now I wait for nothingAnd spend each day trying to pretend that lifeHas somet..</description>
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			<title>A Bill of Divorcement</title>
			<description>In the Jewish ritual of divorce, a scribe-written parchment document called a get is given by the husband to the wife. </description>
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			<title>Ars Poetica Nova</title>
			<description>'Tis not my pen that speaks in verseNor quill that talks in rhyme.It's not my style to be so terseOr trite most all the time.My thoughts flow freely, easilyLike falcons on a breeze,Unfettered by the bondage of the bard,Blessed with the gift of many tongues.So hearing the beat of many drummers,The wo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benadam/573860/</link>
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			<title>Summer Heat</title>
			<description>Hot, torrid sunlight.Steamy heat shimmers afar.Summer has arrived.Copyright &amp;copy;</description>
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			<title>To Be Without Fear</title>
			<description>Never was there love or peace.Each day was a new disaster.One attack followed the next,Each one more caustic than the other,Like showering in acid rain,The fury and venom of hatred never abated,And I yearned for freedom.It's all over now.The screeching and shouting have stopped.The perpetual warfare..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benadam/573551/</link>
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			<title>An Impossible Mourning</title>
			<description>They want me to say I miss youBut that's not something I can say.I've tried my best to feel thatBut feelings like that won't come.I wish you'd have been kinder,A bit warmer when you were here,With words of encouragement and not of mockeryWhen I did something well, whatever it was.They say that I'm w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benadam/573543/</link>
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			<title>Under the Influence</title>
			<description>How differently life looks when you're drunk.The lights look dimmer, the colors more obscureThe people seem silly or at least not too seriousYou still have the same bills that need to be paidAnd yet for the moment, you don't give a rat's a*s.As long as you can cough up the bartender's bill,You're do..</description>
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