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		<description>The original writings of author horsedreamer</description>
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			<title>Masked </title>
			<description>This is about those nights you just break down and cry then walk out acting like everything is fine...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1249316/</link>
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			<title>I'm Not Ready to Let Go. </title>
			<description>Why do i put myself through this?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1196706/</link>
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			<title>Nights Like This</title>
			<description>It's nights like this that i just lay there.My limp, almost lifeless body.I lay staring up at the ceiling as my eyes begin to fill up.&amp;nbsp;Every possible emotion,Every possible scenario,Every possible situation runs through my head.How is it that all of these feelings come from just one person?One ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1196695/</link>
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			<title>Set Sail</title>
			<description>My brother is in the Navy and I haven't seen him in over 6 months, this is just a poem about watching him leave that night at the airport before he was deployed to Texas.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1127065/</link>
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			<title>Cowboy</title>
			<description>As he stands above the chute,Just inches away from a bullHe says a prayer before lowering himself into the chute.He hears excitement in the crowd,All eyes on him.He makes sure of his rope,One hand tied, the other held high in the air.He nods his head, and says &quot;Okay boys.&quot;They we..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1123430/</link>
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			<title>Hold on for the ride</title>
			<description>This is about the elements of bull riding.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1122713/</link>
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			<title>He's not even mine, he never was.</title>
			<description>He looks at her,As I'm looking at him.He sees her beauty,I feel the pain.He looks into her eyes,And he sees her greatnessAs I do when I'm looking at him.He carefully brushes his lips against hers, I can only imagine the tenderness and sweetness of him.He smiles at her,While I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1112801/</link>
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			<title>The Dance</title>
			<description>Everyone standing around the dance floor,Just talking.I thought this was supposed to be a magical night,One that'd we would remember forever.This night seemed so gloom,Then he walked up to me.He looked me in the eyes and asked me to dance.Although I can not dance, and he was not mu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1102387/</link>
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			<title>Barrel Racing Angel</title>
			<description>She has her hair curled, and her boots on.Blingy belt,jeans, and a blouse.She tacks up her horse,And puts on her spurs.It's almost her turn, she takes a minute to pray,All she asks for is a clean fast run.But before she climbs on her horse,He notices the loneliness in her eyes.Lord k..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1101877/</link>
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			<title>CR</title>
			<description>The title is his initials, this is about a boy who I've loved since the day I met him, I may be just in high school, but I know what love is. And he's it. But he has a girlfriend, and it breaks my &lt;3.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1101807/</link>
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			<title>Country lovin</title>
			<description>Just a little Haiku about country life. I love everything about the country, quiet and comfortable.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1101761/</link>
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			<title>Welcome to Hell</title>
			<description>Cramped, dusty, and horrifying pens.Full of horses that do not know their own fate.Fear in their eyes, dirt on their backs.A lucky few are saved,But most are shipped off to a slaughter house.From Ex- Race horses, to &quot;unbreakable&quot; Mustangs.These horses are taken away from the wild And t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1101742/</link>
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			<title>I drive your truck</title>
			<description>He left the radio blaring that same old country station,Windows still rolled down.Why, why did you have to leave us?It was not long ago that we were saying goodbye at the airport,We did not know it meant forever.Dog tags around your neck, army shirt on.These days it gets hard to live wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1101423/</link>
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			<title>Hairless</title>
			<description>As they hook her up to the machine,She finally begins too see, her life won't be the same.Lately, she has become weaker and weaker.She takes one last photo with her family while she has her hair.Her most prized possession, what makes her, her.It is beginning to help,she has just received..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1101226/</link>
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			<title>Smoke -N- Dream Maker</title>
			<description>This was inspired by my horse Smoky, otherwise known as Smoke -N- Dream Maker.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1101220/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye Freedom</title>
			<description>Every footprint that our settlers have left, there was a hoof print right beside it.Mustangs are our last connection to true freedom, and what this country was built on.They stood by our men in the line of duty.They roamed the open range.Now, everyone sees mustangs as a waste of grass,A wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shea1998/1101217/</link>
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