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		<description>The original writings of author Poetic Shambles</description>
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			<title>The Mask of Proof</title>
			<description>A poem about alcohol
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			<title>Olive Skinned Empress</title>
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			<title>The tortoise and my hair</title>
			<description>A poem that includes the words: Arms, Cheeks, Toes, Chest, Face, Hair and Head.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sunilsandhu/635227/</link>
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			<title>The History of Herstory</title>
			<description>She watched art house moviesas she smoked liquorice cigarettes,it didn&amp;rsquo;t matter what languageas long as it was French or Spanish.She wore lots of jewellerythat others had collected for her,each had their own storybut it wasn&amp;rsquo;t hers.She lived her life at nighteternally n..</description>
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			<title>Venus Flytrap</title>
			<description>The power of a woman</description>
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			<title>Tomato</title>
			<description>I know that you like tohave your own say,but if I agreed with youwe&amp;rsquo;d both be wrong,and I know that you&amp;rsquo;ll always tryto get your own waybut if I followed you we&amp;rsquo;d both begoing in a strange direction.Maybe I am a little greedywith my selection of thoughts,but to ..</description>
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			<title>Say Fromage</title>
			<description>Sugar in my coffeeto make it bittersweet,a Spanish toffee appledipping fluids in defeat,looking for answershidden underneath your clothes,to feel a sense of yearningfrom that of an English rose.Sometimes it feels right,but most of the time wrong,like drinking something hotfeel ..</description>
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			<title>The Ballad of Olivia &amp; Felix</title>
			<description>A love story</description>
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			<title>A Reason To Stay In</title>
			<description>A typical night out in England</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sunilsandhu/597903/</link>
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			<title>Michael (Act One)</title>
			<description>Young Michael paces across the room,pondering in a Shakespearian manner.He carries the wit of a prince,but the charm of a blunt razor.&amp;ldquo;Apologies for swearing&amp;rdquo;, he repentsbefore reciting a tale of Peter,a forty year old in a headspace,galaxies far away from you or I.An..</description>
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			<title>I could not say</title>
			<description>Short skirts and lust</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sunilsandhu/595408/</link>
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			<title>!!!</title>
			<description>My interpretation of war.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sunilsandhu/595407/</link>
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			<title>A poetic shamble</title>
			<description>The journey through drugs, inspired by a Mozart symphony, ten points if you know which!</description>
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			<title>Tequila Mockingbird</title>
			<description>When a woman has to choose</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sunilsandhu/595065/</link>
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			<title>Five a day</title>
			<description>A poem about the moments leading up to orgasm, and how it's such a waste when a women stops a little short.</description>
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