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			<title>Matter</title>
			<description>One that came rolling off the brain in a torrent.</description>
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			<title>Autumn</title>
			<description>It is within the estuary of Autumns cool winds and warm days that I feel most alive.  I think, perhaps, that life is like that too.</description>
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			<title>Wreckless Abandon</title>
			<description>While I tend towards freeverse more often than naught these days, sometimes I'm drawn to various forms and styles.  I have more than a few poems pleading to my 'Muse' to return and grant me her boon.</description>
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			<title>Shadows on the Wall</title>
			<description>The thoughts at night can so often turn from that of laughingly nostalgic to remoursefully so.  Life is funny, and so are all the connections we retain long after the events themselves have faded.</description>
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