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		<description>The original writings of author Kaseda</description>
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			<title>Listen</title>
			<description>If a tree falls in the middle of a forestAnd it doesn&amp;rsquo;t make a sound,Will anybody be able to listen?The pitch of the first noteIn Samuel Barber&amp;rsquo;s Adagio,The saddest piece ever written,Is a b flat.&amp;nbsp;Only eight minutes later,Many find themselves..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1732730/</link>
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			<title>Gunpoint</title>
			<description>Have you ever been held at gunpoint?Have you ever simply walked to the grocery store,But done so at the wrong time.And ended up with the silver barrelPointing death at your head?OrAre you built with bullet proof skin?Would you deflect a bullet with a mere&quot;No, sir,&quot;and tell them that what they've don..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1725279/</link>
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			<title>Alarm Clock</title>
			<description>Mostly some nonsense.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1715839/</link>
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			<title>Sitting</title>
			<description>A story, written from the perspective of a younger boy in junior high.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1710000/</link>
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			<title>My Words</title>
			<description>A poem made for a contest where the rules were 3 lines, no more than 7 words in each line.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1709982/</link>
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			<title>Rotting</title>
			<description>August 29, 1999I would probably describe thatAs the worst day of my lifeAnd even though each yearTries to hide that factBy showering me withPresents and sweetsIt really just chronically corrodes instead.Let's talk about birthday cardsThey have something funny written in themAnd then you write someth..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1597432/</link>
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			<title>95%</title>
			<description>What does a simple percentage mean to you?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1545429/</link>
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			<title>Transformation</title>
			<description>A poem about the juxtaposing equality of love and hate.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1544318/</link>
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			<title>The Definition of a Human</title>
			<description>What is it?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1544002/</link>
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			<title>Romantic Quotes</title>
			<description>Just a whole bunch of quotes about love, all by me.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1502330/</link>
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			<title>What You're Missing</title>
			<description>Everybody may think they now everything, but in reality, there is so much that people simply miss out on, and it can be really helpful.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1499840/</link>
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			<title>Questioning Yourself</title>
			<description>It's a weird thing when you question yourself, especially about sexuality.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1496427/</link>
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			<title>Appreciation</title>
			<description>You would be surprised how many times I've gone without any recognition at all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1496315/</link>
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			<title>How Not to Love</title>
			<description>A non-romantic poem about how you shouldn't love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1495459/</link>
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			<title>Musician</title>
			<description>I am a Musician.I always have two jobs;The first one is to make some sound,The other is to listen.I have to use my ear so well,As I'm looking at my music.I cannot look away from it,Or the music I will fail.I place my bow upon my strings,And fingers on the neck,And match my music with the others,To l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1491600/</link>
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			<title>Outside Opinions</title>
			<description>They affect everybody.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1490751/</link>
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			<title>Blind</title>
			<description>It's a word that describes everybody.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1490694/</link>
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			<title>'Giving' Love</title>
			<description>A poem regarding how love is treated in a relationship.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1490472/</link>
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			<title>Music</title>
			<description>A (slam) poem of smooth transitions regarding the concept of human ignorance.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1490112/</link>
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			<title>Lies</title>
			<description>A story about lies in a relationship.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaseda/1489757/</link>
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