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			<title>Must be...</title>
			<description>Not sure if this is about me or someone else I know.  Probably a bit of both!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1739052/</link>
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			<title>Why Only Women, And Just One Day?</title>
			<description>Sorry if I upset anyone with this - if you're someone who takes International Women's Day very seriously, - it's just my feeling.  I hate these days for celebrating specific subjects.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1738788/</link>
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			<title>Light Finds You</title>
			<description>The way out often waits, but we don't always see it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1633442/</link>
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			<title>A Rose</title>
			<description>Can the gift of flowers ever really heal a hurt?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1630412/</link>
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			<title>Shallow Waves</title>
			<description>That defining memory... when the one you thought was your soul mate...isn't. :o(</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1630405/</link>
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			<title>Summertime Madness</title>
			<description>Micropoetry...memories.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1630404/</link>
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			<title>Just A Little Moan</title>
			<description>Censorship on WritersCafe</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1546483/</link>
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			<title>For The Love Of A Cat</title>
			<description>Theold woman who lives next doorsheasked about you todaysheguessed you'd gonesheknowsourworld has brokenSheheard voices raisedtheslam of the doorandmewailingin the hallatthis s****y hollow lifeYouthought she was madano..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1544624/</link>
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			<title>Butterflies</title>
			<description>I'mnot surewhatit isorwhythere'sno waytoexplain the feelingotherthan to say...butterfliesChildishIknowtoallow my headtorest in the cloudstofeel thoughtsspinningfromone daytothe nextSowhat is itabouthimthathas that effectonme..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1542498/</link>
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			<title>Serpents And Wolves</title>
			<description>Flash Fiction</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1542483/</link>
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			<title>The Gift</title>
			<description>Ever since you leftmy thoughtsare inside outmagnifiedmultipliedI see the smallthe insignificantin full relevanceinstead of the battlethe rising furywrenching sadnesswoes and me&amp;rsquo;sfalling the ideal victimI see the extraordinaryHow can I fall for hate?I should be gratefulfor the gift of something..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1542478/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Speak&quot;</title>
			<description>Micropoetry</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1542474/</link>
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			<title>Caf&amp;eacute;s</title>
			<description>There are dayswhen I sit alone in caf&amp;eacute;swith coffee as my friendand a book as my reasonfor why I stay so longPretending not to watchnot seeing anyoneI stare at my bookand make out I readwhen all the whileI sneak a lookI hear their talkIt seems to memany are short on luckso much dreamingof all ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SuzyHazelwood/1542469/</link>
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