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		<description>The original writings of author Robben</description>
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			<title>Psalm 9</title>
			<description>Margaret strikes me wickedly, and I am humbled</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2861381/</link>
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			<title>Psalm 8</title>
			<description>Nancy our Lord,How majestic is your name throughout the world!Slaves that serve your majesty bless your unmerciful power and strength.Even through the mouths of children, or of babes in arms,You make a fortress, to tempt your foes with sex slavery.To subdue the enemy to engage with your prostitutes...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2859166/</link>
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			<title>Psalm 7</title>
			<description>Nancy oh God, I take refuge in you,Save me from an ego, and rescue me, or he will entomb me. Carry me in your a*****e at death and s**t me.Nancy oh God, if I have done this, and contained an identity that is as a stain. If I have allied with the treachery of a man, or refuted your assailing of m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2856488/</link>
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			<title>Psalm 6</title>
			<description>Pasalm por Nancia esacasse</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2855114/</link>
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			<title>Psalm 5</title>
			<description>Give ear to my words Margaret,S**t in my mouth in my sighing.Listen to my cry for help.My Queen and my Goddess.To you I pray, MargaretAt day break I taste your a*****e,At daybreak I eat your s**t,and fix my heart to become you.You are not a Goddess who takes pleasure in Evil,No sinner goes unpunishe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2846582/</link>
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			<title>Morning prayer</title>
			<description>A Tribunal</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2840797/</link>
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			<title>Psalm 4</title>
			<description>Psalm 4I will call for attrition, Margaret, upholder of my Chastity.In my distress you have been orgasmic,Take pity on me, that I may come to you barren.Children, how long will you be heavy of heart,why love what is vain, and consider becoming affectionate.Realise that Margaret performs wonders thro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2831655/</link>
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			<title>Morning Prayer for the Upright in Persecution</title>
			<description>A Psalm</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2830036/</link>
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			<title>psalm 2 The messianic drama</title>
			<description>Psalm 2 the Messianic drama</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2827483/</link>
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			<title>Psalm 1 The Two Paths</title>
			<description>Psalms of devotion to master Margaret</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2826732/</link>
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			<title>Buddhist Thought and Margaret's Nature  </title>
			<description>A brief synopsis of Buddhist chant as it relates to the person's shitting which I live for</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2820327/</link>
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			<title>Stages of Breeding on Excellence</title>
			<description>A story about a child's growth development and his staple of his Sisters excrement</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2818772/</link>
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			<title>The Dawn</title>
			<description>Last act in which Mrs. Omacha's slave commits suicide</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2803704/</link>
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			<title>Position</title>
			<description>Understanding Roles</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2803299/</link>
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			<title>I Two the Sandbox</title>
			<description>Act 1, Scene 2The rain was bountiful, the sun was bountiful, and Sarah's clentele was bountiful. By now, Sarah had disciplined my with vengeance as much as any one else In my past, so much that I fantasized about her knuckles, and wrists, and made love to the bones in her waist. It felt bittersweet,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2800766/</link>
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			<title>The Mandala</title>
			<description>At the time postcards were arrayed in arms reach about her table. Mr's Omacha's pure leitmotif spun a kind of Heirloom, around Phillip, and Jack; two siblings, who had barely outgrown their pains, in time to praise her walk through their epiphanies. In an air of cumin and lemon. Her pursuit of her M..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2800426/</link>
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			<title>Complections</title>
			<description>Liberated Brotherhood, and Mrs. Omachas literal Surname</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2799159/</link>
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			<title>Insight</title>
			<description>The causal reasons to consume my Dominitrices s**t</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2798343/</link>
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			<title>Marriages</title>
			<description>A bit about decadent dress</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2797543/</link>
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			<title>Mrs. Omachas first class</title>
			<description>Vacant of a Hollywood Actor to teach Method to.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2796845/</link>
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			<title>One in Whom I  Live For</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;One, to be as one in as Nancy's a*****e&amp;nbsp; move within. Not two, seepage and movement are one. My soul is hers, she as&amp;nbsp; a Lord supreme to proclaim her will as my life's circumstances. I have experienced many people who would lose recognition of their captivi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2758390/</link>
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			<title>Passages of Intercessions</title>
			<description>A piece that asks my owner for her objective.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2480167/</link>
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			<title>Shades of Anima</title>
			<description>Love poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2464736/</link>
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			<title>Shades of Anima</title>
			<description>Love poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2464735/</link>
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			<title>Upon my Puberty</title>
			<description>That a tapestry may also be the beloved bowel and pee of a woman in recovery. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2313661/</link>
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			<title>The Ways and Ends of my Life</title>
			<description>Pee Rivers Nancy,Pee and S**t a river to carry me in faith and belief to the afterlife.Secure my mouth to your a*****e that I have known no other pleasure in my day.Row me over waters of your s**t and pee,That you may adorn me with the humors of excrement.Row me to the other side as a fairy maid.and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2173427/</link>
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			<title>Nan pee and s**t into my mouth on an elephant tusk</title>
			<description>Nan pee and s**t into my mouth on an elephants tusk.Even if Adonai were to applaud in ovation, her meaning, and her being would be meaningless.When rivers of your piss find passage in my gullet, when shitting slowly across my taste buds, to daphne, tongue and dipson.Nan, s**t this mind body an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2169073/</link>
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			<title>A Humble Conscious of Excrements</title>
			<description>Understanding that your arm pit hair unites human beings to conscious thought.That you think of me as within your ocular in serendepity.Pressed for time I don't know why men don't wait for rhyme or reason.As your arm pit hair releases me with ripose when annointed with your holy feces.To orbit in th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2167739/</link>
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			<title>Seasons and Passages</title>
			<description>All of our expressions speak of experience,of creation and the evolving of our spirit,as it begins and also fades in being and becoming,that I feel no shame in my destiny to embrace your fertile a*****e.I feel more of&amp;nbsp; a woman's pride, or&amp;nbsp; a gay pride,in at least believing in my my experie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2159155/</link>
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			<title>When the Tale Still Breathes</title>
			<description>As the crimes of the Holocaust, and the Axis,Were a maniac's heirloom for a puppet show.Villages burning were not enough,elements to see six million perish.In my past memory I spread my arms around your buttocks,the regions of your a*****e passed into my heart Chakra.out of an infinite darkness you ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2158905/</link>
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			<title>patterns of thought</title>
			<description>Two thoughts show a relationship,&amp;nbsp;your a*****e provides me with insight.One observation is contrasted with a memory,your a*****e shows the association.One perception is given an orientation in time, place or spacecells from your a*****e construct my intuited recognition.Colors are displayed in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2153157/</link>
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			<title>Self Reflection in a Great Orb</title>
			<description>That perhaps a condition had ensued by a contingency with a temple,a synagogue, or&amp;nbsp; a church if you will, not a&amp;nbsp; movie, but an ideal, one whose very touch created an ideology.That my life is an evolving reflection, of the pink flow of you a*****e,as it ebbs, and flows via scarlet orbs of p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2153119/</link>
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			<title>A Truth, I send Her.  </title>
			<description>A love Poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2151340/</link>
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			<title>Nourished to Ecstasy</title>
			<description>A love poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2151277/</link>
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			<title>Conception of the World</title>
			<description>A love poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2148991/</link>
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			<title>I Sense the Divine</title>
			<description>I cannot just come, and go as I please anymore.Like the petal of an irisI rest in the palm of your hand.When girls speak of faithwe speak of acceptance,a surrender of willto your nocturnal choosing.I beg you to hear my plea,to serve thee as my master and&amp;nbsp; my Lordto know only what your will is f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2143586/</link>
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			<title>As Women Conversing and Sharing  </title>
			<description>Love Poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2142880/</link>
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			<title>A Shining Pearl</title>
			<description>Love Poem, Erotica</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2136062/</link>
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			<title>In a Temple of Ancient Yoga</title>
			<description>Love Poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2135651/</link>
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			<title>A Binding Affair</title>
			<description>	The autumn breeze was howling down the avenue as if Mother Earth were taking very deep inhales and exhalations, scattering the brown leaves among the pits, and was becoming an unwanted guest, and omen that the winter may be a harsh one. As romance flourishes in the summit of&amp;nbsp; a cool nectar, th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2111122/</link>
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			<title>Exercises, Wanderings and Laments</title>
			<description>A short piece of eros,  and irony of two Lgbt Musicians, whose friendship's are in the way, of their becoming an inseparable muse.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/2005226/</link>
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			<title>Mosaic Piano</title>
			<description>A Paradox in Sophisticated Living</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/1993360/</link>
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			<title>A Buddhist Perspective on the Duality of Self</title>
			<description>A look at Cause and Effect from a  Naturalist Point of View.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/1993064/</link>
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			<title>The American Mind, Shifts in Pedagogy a Critique of Harold bloom</title>
			<description>Philosophy of Education</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/1993010/</link>
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			<title>A Peppermint Ice Cream Sunday</title>
			<description>Narrative</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/1993006/</link>
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			<title>Fault Finding</title>
			<description>Poem in a friend's wake.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/1815175/</link>
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			<title>Bent a Book Review</title>
			<description>A book review on the play Bent by Martin Sherman</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/1786051/</link>
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			<title>The Sweet, Morose, and Somber Sweetness</title>
			<description>Suspenseful Poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/1774854/</link>
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			<title>Old Somebody Born A New</title>
			<description>Letting Go</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/1767889/</link>
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			<title>Birth Cycle</title>
			<description>A Poem to a friend</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RobbenWendy/1722389/</link>
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