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			<title>The Puff</title>
			<description>Feel the thought, not the puff.</description>
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			<title>A Drop of Wine</title>
			<description>The day was called off from the collegeand we arrived at the discotheque to get a sip of solace.counting started but forgot to ceasewhen booze let me get down to knees.we danced, we sung and we enjoyed betterthe level of intoxication to come up later.eyes closed and I was in the heaven,&amp;nbsp;relishe..</description>
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			<title>When I Was A Kid</title>
			<description>Everyone passes through the phase like I did,I used to be innocent, when I was a kid.My life started with my parent's love,This apple of their eyes was all above,Those eyes were careful if I skid,I used to be innocent when I was a kid.Life was better, games were best,nothing to study, no one to test..</description>
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