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			<title>Spell it out</title>
			<description>C is for Crappy timingA is for A*****e nursesN is for Never knowing what to sayC is for Confusion brought on by pain medsE is for Every bad thing I ever said to my momR is for Realizing life is short.....too, too short.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/642242/</link>
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			<title>What day is this?</title>
			<description>What the f**k??What THE f**k??What the f**k am I supposed to do?I went out...I got drunk without you..I came home alone...I talked to the waitress that gave me a ride about her manI told you that I was home as soon as I got thereI missed you tonightI spilled an insanely sticky drink all over myselfW..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/604248/</link>
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			<title>The American Mantra</title>
			<description>Another super old one I felt like posting for people new to my stuff.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/595366/</link>
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			<title>The God Poem</title>
			<description>Don't ask..just read.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/595362/</link>
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			<title>A*****e</title>
			<description>long night</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/595350/</link>
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			<title>Getting old</title>
			<description>There comes a time when you have to sit up and realize that you are too old to offer to listen to a teenagers problems,Unless you are a social worker or a priest or a close family friend.I have finally had those most horrible of thoughts for a man passing 30....&quot;Oh s**t..I'M the creepy one&quot;and&quot;I can..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/583986/</link>
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			<title>Lo-Ku</title>
			<description>Haiku follows rules,I never liked rules that much,Sometimes they MUST be...broken.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/583162/</link>
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			<title>High School</title>
			<description>I'm in high school again,The girls think I'm retardedI feel like the smartest person in the room but get the feeling that i still don't get the jokeit's because I am the jokeAnd everyone is laughing but me.When those kids went and shot up their school in ColombineAnd people kept asking&quot;Why would the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/581626/</link>
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			<title>Community service.</title>
			<description>The guy that supervises some of the community service stuff I'm doing is...um...different.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/578790/</link>
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			<title>Don't ask</title>
			<description>Don't askLife..moving forward in this endless progression that no one can really even prove is happening.Meandering around awkward moments and love making.good days and bad days.days that last for weeks,months,years.Girlfriends, boyfriends, just friends, best friends, friends that will n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/577940/</link>
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			<title>Lawn care haiku</title>
			<description>the things we think of during mundane tasks....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/574259/</link>
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			<title>Reincarnation</title>
			<description>We spent three days trying to un-make ourselves.And succeeded.Spent one day enjoying it.Spent two more days trying to recreate ourselves.And on the seventh day,Realizing that we weren't gods after allWe gave up and got really,really drunk.We abducted my parents VCR.I promised you I wouldn't return i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/574247/</link>
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			<title>Stains</title>
			<description>Stains......Everyone has&amp;nbsp; their stains,Except for you because you left all of yours with me.And I can still see them everywhere.Some dark and thick,Red wine dried like blood on my sleeve,Or soft and light,Barely noticeable like the watermark on the back of a hundred dollar bill,Big like TexasAn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/574243/</link>
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			<title>We Traveled</title>
			<description>We traveled the road of life using only alcoholic land marksThe vodka mountains,lake bourbon,the shiner bock wild,wild life preserveWe went drink for drink,smoke for smoke and lie for lieEmptying bottles and filling ashtrays to overflowingShots dropping like spent shells in some kind of gang-bang-dr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/574224/</link>
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			<title>Drunken Lovers</title>
			<description>Yeah of course i want youI want your tequila kissesI want your beer breath in the morningNicotine stained handsHeld in mine At least we match I want your midnight dry heavesAnd your mid-afternoon shakesI want youPassed out in the bathroom'Cause you couldn't make it to the bed.....I'll be right there..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/574223/</link>
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			<title>Entropy</title>
			<description>Even in a cold room beer sweatsCool drops running down the side My favorite proof of entropy I'm out of cigarettesAnd without even looking upI recognize the click-snap-strike of a ZippoFrom across the room I think a moment about the power of addictionAnd walk over to bum a smokeOff of a complete str..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drave/574222/</link>
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