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		<description>The original writings of author Teresa Powell</description>
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			<title>Teddy My Teddy</title>
			<description>Teddy my teddy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1522786/</link>
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			<title>Grapefruit</title>
			<description>This poem was a creative writing exercise that I did while sitting outside in the sun today.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1519279/</link>
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			<title>My heart races</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My heart races&amp;nbsp;When I think of you&amp;nbsp;My heart races&amp;nbsp;When I think of you&amp;nbsp;I remember how I laughed&amp;nbsp;When I think of you&amp;nbsp;There isn't anything else&amp;nbsp;I'd rather think about&amp;nbsp;Maybe&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll just sit here&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maybe&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just think of you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1518407/</link>
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			<title>I remember </title>
			<description>the first time I saw my guyfriend eye to eye and face to face in person</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1518394/</link>
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			<title>Wonders of Things</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Wonders of things to come&amp;nbsp;Wonders that I know not of&amp;nbsp;Wonders of amazing journeys to come&amp;nbsp;Wonders of people that I shall meet&amp;nbsp;Wonders of places that will catch my eye&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wonders that I shall hear&amp;nbsp;Maybe music&amp;nbsp;Maybe culture&amp;nbsp;Maybe food&amp;nbsp;Maybe history&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1518376/</link>
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			<title>The Heart of Love</title>
			<description>Basically this is who I am... I have gone as far as seeing people at a store parking lot needing food and buying food and water for them and showing that there are compasionate people out there.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1518229/</link>
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			<title>Heros</title>
			<description>This was about the time when we were having shootings everywhere at schools,theatres,etc... and the people that died saving others so innocent.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1516406/</link>
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			<title>Love as I know it</title>
			<description>This poem speaks of love that goes beyond our normal reasoning.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1515938/</link>
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			<title>Ireland in my Head</title>
			<description>A place I plan on traveling to soon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1515865/</link>
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			<title>Freedom!!!</title>
			<description>This poem actually came about while watching Braveheart. Right after Mel Gibson's character gave that huge speech to all of his men.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1515853/</link>
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			<title>The Heart Knows</title>
			<description>It's one of those things... when you see him/her and your heart skips beats or races when that certain person is near.Then everytime you make plans something happens and stands in your way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1515302/</link>
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			<title>Stress of Life</title>
			<description>I had a really good guyfriend that was going through tons of stress. He had moments where I wouldn't hear from him. However, I just wrote him poems like this to help him through high amounts of stress</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1515284/</link>
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			<title>Heart of Stone</title>
			<description>I was having a period where it felt like my dad didn't care. I was married at the time and it was just a rough time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TereP1/1513753/</link>
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