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			<title>I do</title>
			<description>A letter to my Lover.</description>
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			<title>She doesn't Know her Worth</title>
			<description>As life goes on women as well as men lose their self worth, and if they only knew there worth life would be just that much better. </description>
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			<title>One Last Run</title>
			<description>One last Run	The bed is pulling me in so deep that I can&amp;rsquo;t breath. The fan is rotating clockwise over and over blowing nothing but hot air; I&amp;rsquo;m suffocating. My body feels numb I can only feel him over me, only him over me. I close my eyes and fall asleep and that is when I dream. I d..</description>
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			<title>We all love you</title>
			<description>this was written for my son who I love so much.</description>
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			<title>Because of you</title>
			<description>This poem is about how you feel when someone hurts you ...</description>
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			<title>Good Bye Baby</title>
			<description>This poem is about a lost love one. In my case its about my unborn child that died in my womb.</description>
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			<title>Love is like falling</title>
			<description>&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is like falling&amp;hellip;In the end you&amp;rsquo;re lefthurt, scared, and a memory of it forever. Sometimes you say it&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Education Is a part of Living</title>
			<description>Education is a part of living. Now,more then ever, I think of that statement as a fact. If you asked me before Iwould have said it was someone&amp;rsquo;s opinion. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have a favorite teacher. Matterof fact I dislike almost every one of them; but I can&amp;rsquo;t help but remember one..</description>
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