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			<title>A lonely traveler</title>
			<description>An oath we tookto walk together till we croakthrough the dusty and shadowy bywayleaving behind all the fears,adventure the whirlwindand hurricanes of life.We were determined,we walked a mile or twotill you find it dreary,arid as the dust on the road.You decided to walk with a new ally,I was left alo..</description>
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			<title>The debt i owe to a lady</title>
			<description>This poem is dedicated to my mother. She is an amazing woman and extra ordinary. What debt i owe to her can't be paid off. Anyway happy mother's day.</description>
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			<title>Can fairy tales be real? </title>
			<description>It is dedicated to my friend Albert Franklin</description>
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			<title>The gift of nature</title>
			<description>A change I can see,  All around me.New soft leaves, golden bee,  All dancing in glee.Trees have worn new attire,  Sings cuckoo, the new comer.I look into the nature,  All colourful, as if soaked in dyes by a dyer.I sit by the window &amp; think,  About the birds and their flutterin..</description>
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