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			<title>Where do I go from here</title>
			<description>Where are you going my love? &amp;nbsp;may I come with you? I don't care where, I just want to be in your presence.&amp;nbsp;Oh no! &amp;nbsp;You fool! you stupid selfish fool! You may not come with me. Can't you see I am trying run away from you. I hate you! No, loathe you.&amp;nbsp;But my love, does not The Lord ..</description>
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			<title>Tomorrow</title>
			<description>Anger and Laughter, Pain and SorrowAll are friends i'll meet tomorrow.Hate always finds me last in line,with little money to pay my fine.Hunger comes with his partner Temper,&amp;nbsp;guest at my table in late November.Envy refuses to leave my bed,she's chained to the pillow where I lay my head.Greed an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walterweatherbee/1503118/</link>
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			<title>Work of Art</title>
			<description>Once a upon time a baby was born. A blank canvas among a vasts sea of graffiti walls. Nothing was smeared upon its slate. completely open, bare and white. A question arose. &amp;nbsp;Who would be responsible for each marking, for it's ever changing design. Who among these many walls would have the patie..</description>
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