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			<title>As I Get Older Things Begin to Fall </title>
			<description>As I Get Old..,</description>
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			<title>My Dream</title>
			<description>My dream</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2922014/</link>
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			<title>I Am Under Attack</title>
			<description>For some strange and unknown reason, my home for the first time is under attack from a swarm of fruit flies!What to do?They just seem to buzz around my kitchen and I don't know why.I mean I am not your typical 'five-a-day' fruit freak - so what do they want from me?I did a bit of 'Google' to find ou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2784208/</link>
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			<title>The Clock Keeps on Ticking</title>
			<description>The clock keeps on ticking for me and for us.For me, it began when I was a very young child.Bedtime 7pm. During my schooldays, be up at 7am to register at nine. Lunch at twelve but finish at four.When at full-time work, up at 6am to catch the 7am bus. Clock in at eight and not a minute longer. Lunch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2774193/</link>
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			<title>My Christmas Present</title>
			<description>One Christmas, my mother gave as a gift to me a 'Beauty Pack!'I meticulously peeled open the decorative wrapping and absorbed the finely scripted words on the package inside -- it read.,'A jar of 'Silky Night-cream' and a bottle of 'Exotic Skin Beauty Fluid!'It was all gorgeously wrapped up in a sof..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2490020/</link>
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			<title>The Scourge of Windows 10</title>
			<description>Today I rushed to my computer to draft out a very urgent and important document.I switched on my computer, signed in and came suddenly face to face with a blue screen with white transcripts announcing..,&quot;Preparing to configure WindowsDo not turn off your computer!&quot;So I waited a short while whilst th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2468273/</link>
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			<title>The Funny Side of the Blues</title>
			<description>I have now taken to listening to Blues music. Just love the instrumentals.However, I just cannot help myself with my humour and some of the lyrics..,Please allow me to explain myself:Lyrics: 'Woman, I want to set you free!'My reply: 'No need, I go to Lidl's every second day!'Lyrics: 'I want to make ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2466543/</link>
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			<title>The Old Jokes Are The Best</title>
			<description>Today's Stand-up Comedians don't tell jokes like they used to not that long ago. They mostly relate to their 'Observations' or 'Personal' experiences.&amp;nbsp; I so miss the old-time jokes or even stories, so here to help cheer everybody up during this 'Lockdown' crisis is one I remember so much..,Ther..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2178273/</link>
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			<title>All That is Going Through My Head</title>
			<description>Sometimes, things occur and I get the&amp;nbsp; wrong end of it.,Many times my emotions might get so crazy that I turn to drink.But that just makes everything worse toppled with my so imaginative emotions.I think this and maybe that -And it all just builds up so far from true reality.The next morning, I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2176426/</link>
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			<title>Cut Off From Society</title>
			<description>I am what is quite considered as an 'elderly person': I am over seventy.During this Pandemic, I spend most of my time stuck in my lonely one-bedroom Sheltered flat. I have nobody to shop for me, so I venture out on my mobility scooter maybe twice or three times a week to purchase my barest necessiti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2172072/</link>
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			<title>Last Sunday Morning</title>
			<description>Last Sunday Morning, around 11am, I decided I needed to go to my local supermarket Asda.I set off on my mobility scooter. I found that the lower deck was completely shut off, as was the lift and escalator but all for good and understandable reasons.So I decided to ride up the ramp that is normally u..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2171229/</link>
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			<title>United We Stand</title>
			<description>This time last year, the whole of the United Kingdom was torn apart and split over arguments concerning Brexit: there was a great falling out between political parties, towns and cities, neighbours, including friends and even families.Yet now with this sudden pandemic that threatens the lives of us ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2170698/</link>
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			<title>Sleep is Freedom</title>
			<description>When I go to sleep and dream.,Everything seems normal: people of whom I have long lost come alive and I do not question it.Not until I wake up and all sense of reality slowly returns to me.It is surely a rude awakening.It is the very same with this pandemic virus..,In my dreams it does not exist.,Ye..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2168952/</link>
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			<title>Isolation - What's New?</title>
			<description>Isolation: being on your own separated by all others and stuck behind your own walls.Going only to the food shops once or twice a week.,Keeping distance from all others with no room to chat.Family or friends unable to visit.Not going out at night to local pubs or restaurants.Just remaining in your h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2167897/</link>
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			<title>Oxtail Soup</title>
			<description>We all love a bit of Oxtail Soup but I often wonder what happens to the rest of the Ox?I mean, what in God's name is an Ox?As a nonvegetarian but somewhat understanding their cause..,Can I imagine lots of Ox's running around from who knows where without any tails just to provide the world with our s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2159705/</link>
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			<title>Swopping Lives</title>
			<description>In an age where everything seems to go and be fully accepted by all society - how about a new idea?'The Swopping of One's Identity!'I am not talking here about 'gender-change', 'identity recognition' or even changing one's name by 'Deed Poll' - but literally swopping a whole identity with another.In..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2159443/</link>
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			<title>In My Heart</title>
			<description>In my heart I am a racist..,But in my head I am not.In my head, I just want to be seen as doing good.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2158668/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>As I get so old, lonely and decrepit in my empty disheveled flat.., I go to bed early each night and awake just before the sun sets..,I hear the birds singing and the early morning traffic making its way to work.As the sun begins to rise, I push back my bed covers and sit up on the edge of my bed an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2118090/</link>
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			<title>Are We All Destined to be Born?</title>
			<description>I often think, if I did not marry or have three children - where would they be today?I now wonder if they were all destined to be born either with me or somebody else.Just a thought.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2091902/</link>
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			<title>I Learnt a New Lesson Today.</title>
			<description>I learnt a new lesson today in which I would like to pass on to you.(Never too old to learn).It's quite simple and quick with my new found philosophy..,&quot;Never take anything so personal because it is just the way they are!'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2091886/</link>
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			<title>The Unexpected</title>
			<description>The Tapestry of all life lies in the Unexpected: good or bad.We all have such moments when we get up for a new day and suddenly everything changes.It can derive from such simple things like a promised delivery, a service visit, a phone call or even a failed meet that just leaves the whole day empty...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2090997/</link>
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			<title>Why and Why Me?</title>
			<description>The 'Big' unknown question. Nobody really knows until maybe when they die.I hold some strong 'Faith' but not in any Religion or Bible.Yet one thing just keeps plaguing my mind..,Why me?I mean, I look outside myself..,At a mass sports venue I see so many thousands of people.Within a busy town or city..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2090666/</link>
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			<title>Electricity - the Best Invention Since the Wheel</title>
			<description>The other day, around midday, my trusty old microwave took a sudden dive and blew out all my home electricity.I panicked and checked the box for trip-switches. All seemed okay.I then rang for help for some engineer to come and help. I sat for hours just desperately waiting for somebody to call, but ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2088651/</link>
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			<title>My Christmas Story</title>
			<description>Today I went out on my mobility scooter to do the last of my Christmas shopping. I had to travel at least two miles and it was so cold and raining heavily.I had two stores in mind so I planned to do the first shop and place it securely within my rear scooter carrier bag. Thus allowing me to do a sec..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2084039/</link>
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			<title>No Happy Medium</title>
			<description>If I don't drink I go to bed and wakeup every two or three hours with weirddreams.If I drink, I wake up every two orthree hours needing to pee.Is there no happy medium?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2061255/</link>
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			<title>It Was the Norm</title>
			<description>Things we look back upon that mightmake us angry today.,Occasions where we would be powerfullyagainst now for our children.How we wish we could go back in timeand strongly fight against those wrongs..,But for us., it is too late for backthen.,It was the 'Norm'.A..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2060336/</link>
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			<title>One Moment of Your Life</title>
			<description>Did you ever stop to think about onemoment of your life?Every second of now soon turns to past.And as time goes by., goes even furtherback.Think of how you are now no matter howyoung or old.,You have no idea of the future or whatgood or bad to behold.Just thin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2057156/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts, Music and Old Photos</title>
			<description>Thoughts, music and old photos,Just take me back.Back to times when I was much youngerAnd over the whole map of my life.Some good, others not so.,But all still a part of my existence.For right or wrong reasons with thedirections I took.,People I have known.,Many fallen from the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2055119/</link>
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			<title>Rolf (RIP 2009)</title>
			<description>It's Rolf's birthday today, July 27th.He taught me how to love.,I held very little experience.My own father and mother never loved,Never cuddled, kissed or had us ontheir knee.I had two brothers and a sister.,Much the same there.No love between usOnly parents that pic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2048032/</link>
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			<title>What a Beautiful Day</title>
			<description>Not long ago I went to my local store.It was a cold, windy and rainy day.I said to the assistant &amp;ldquo;What ahorrible day!'She was an elderly lady and not ofBritish decent.She said to me in her acute foreignEnglish language..,&amp;ldquo;Today is a beautiful day - onemo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2039786/</link>
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			<title>Done Killing Germans</title>
			<description>Now aged seventy, I have done killingGermans on my computer 'shoot-em-up' games.I dragged out my old stack unit Ihad stored for over five years.I set and wired it all up. I gotspeakers everywhere and the sound is so pure.I dug out a few of my many CD's that Ibought be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2039776/</link>
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			<title>Technology and Music</title>
			<description>'Technology and Music' has come a longway since I bought my first mono single record from Woolworth wayback in the early sixties (and even then it was a 'cover' version ofthe hit). Along came 'Extended Play' (EP), Long Play (LP) and all in'Vinyl'. 'Mono' players soon turned to 'Hi-Fi'...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2038235/</link>
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			<title>My Rap</title>
			<description>Born in the Forties so having my say.,Doing my thing - havin' a good day.Ridin' the streets on my mobilityscooter.,Not giving a damn or even blowing myhooter!People pass and people groan.,Get out of my way get off yourphone!People say Hi and let me pass.,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2036581/</link>
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			<title>The Most Important Aspect of Life</title>
			<description>The most important aspect of Life,No matter how young or old you are.,Is to always have something in which tolook forward to.Be it as big as a large planned venuewith friends or family.,A holiday trip, by car, boat oraeroplane.,Or simply just waiting for that pa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2036000/</link>
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			<title>Where Will I Go?</title>
			<description>If I should die, where will I go?Once passing that so peaceful movementthat will leave me so relaxed.,Where will I go?Will I move onto those promised landsthat all religions predict.,Or will I just suddenly become 'cease to be'?People I have known long in the past.,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2035166/</link>
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			<title>On-line Shopping Gone Mad</title>
			<description>My son works long and hard in theconstruction industry: he is a bricklayer.I have elected to receive all hisparcels to my home address as now retired, I am at home most times.This has never been a problem for me.However, my son is trying very hard toget on the ladder by ownin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2034611/</link>
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			<title>Repeating History</title>
			<description>Arms outstretched high as the open topvehicle passes through.,Mass public gatherings with again, allarms reaching high.,Is this a scene from Nazi Germany?No. It is a picture from UK's latestRoyal Wedding and a scene from many pop concerts.Many arms raised high but wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2033515/</link>
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			<title>I Forget Who I Am</title>
			<description>Igot the Internet on my PC, Smart-phone and television.Isomehow through the many years have joined up with manyorganisations:'YouTube','Facebook', 'Twitter' and 'Skype'.Ialso got my banking, my many utility services including my mobilephone company.Itall beg..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2032343/</link>
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			<title>What a most memorable day.</title>
			<description>Iam out and about.,Theheaven opens up.,Thecold heavy rain, the wind and then the flash lightening.Irush home soaking wet and icy.Whata most ugly memorable day.Ilie in my bed.,Thefire and my duvet keeps me so warm.,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2031753/</link>
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			<title>Life's Expectancy</title>
			<description>I was not alive during the fourteenth,fifteen, sixteenth or even eighteen centuryand I am so glad of it.So why should it bother me now should Idie during this twenty-first century?Surely people ahead of me in manycenturies to come.,Will still say the same.,I am so gla..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2031265/</link>
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			<title>It's Just Another Day</title>
			<description>I wake up -Heck it's only five-thirty and themorning sun is struggling to get through.It's to early to rise, so I must tryhard to sleep on..,But the thought of a hot sweet cup oftea soon forces me from my bed.I turn on my television. Lots of latestnews but also many a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2030620/</link>
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			<title>I Dream</title>
			<description>When I go to bed,I dream..,Nothing makes sense when I wake up.,Yet it all does at the time.I go to places where I surely have beenbefore.,But not so when I wake up.I see and talk to people: all part ofmy dream,That are long dead: my partner, mother,fat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2030057/</link>
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			<title>The Loneliness of an Outpatient</title>
			<description>There is nothing more boring than adoctors waiting room.Be at at your local surgery or even atthe hospital.No matter what time your appointment, you can always guarantee it will be thirty or even forty five minuteslater.So what do you do?You can stare at the wall, try t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2025365/</link>
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			<title>The Save Button</title>
			<description>Ijust love to play 'shoot-em up' computer games.Manytimes I make a mistake on my decision and so suffer the fullconsequences. However, before doing so, I hit the 'save button' andso can try and try again as many times as I like until I get itright.Don'twe wish real ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2024307/</link>
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			<title>Longevity is a Punishment</title>
			<description>Throughout all my early years and asmad as I have been, I never had once to visit my GP (unless pulling asicky), or least of all, go into hospital.But alas, ever since I have retiredhospital appointments keep popping up via my mail box week by week.I spent my last five years ofem..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2020556/</link>
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			<title>Wednesday Is a Good Day to Die</title>
			<description>My Thoughts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2019244/</link>
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			<title>A 'Duvet Day'!</title>
			<description>I  wake up - It is raining and the wind isblowing..,It's a 'Duvet Day'!It's the morning after I have lostsomebody I loved.It's a 'Duvet Day'!I drank too much last night..,It's a 'Duvet Day'!Everything I  planned before has fallenthrough.,It's a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/2008676/</link>
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			<title>My Letter Box</title>
			<description>Within the context of my home: be it amansion, a house, bungalow, flat or even a bedsit, the only thing Ihave in unison with everybody else, is my letter box.From there., I have access to the restof the world: from the jungles of Borneo, Asia, South America andeven from some remote v..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/1972301/</link>
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			<title>What's Going on Here?</title>
			<description>Hey! I am born..,Lots of green fields around me and mymother is caring for me so well.,What's going on here..?The man who runs the fields is caringfor me as well..,As I grow., he feeds and waters meeveryday without fail.What is going on here?I feel good an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/1948057/</link>
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			<title>A Reason to not Get Up</title>
			<description>The postman only delivers junk mail andnot any other items of joy.No phone calls or even left messages onmy once well-advised I-phone or answer machine.I turn on my television, whilst I plugmy kettle in, nothing but bad news that I can do nothing about.I flick channels only..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrspeters/1938467/</link>
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