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			<title>Horses, Kids, Dogs and Roses</title>
			<description>HORSES, KIDS, DOGS AND ROSES I remember we got the placeso the kids could run free;like the chickens we bought-little toes in mud, digging up worms.We had a horse, two dogs;fifty-one rose trees lined our property.They bloomed all at once that year,colors making their way to my eyes each morningl..</description>
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			<title>I WISH YOU WERE NOT GONE FROM THIS COLD PLACE</title>
			<description>I WISH YOU WERE NOT GONE FROM THIS COLD PLACEEliot I wish you were not gone from this cold place, I should like to have met you face to face and reclined with you there, in an epiphinal embrace. You were old when I was born, old as Prufrock when I was born; and in the midst of my..</description>
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