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			<title>Icarus</title>
			<description>To be with the wind is to be with freedom. There is nothing but the air.There is nothing but the sky. There is nothing but me.&amp;nbsp;The wind is always waiting for me.It whispers to me through tree branches.Its openness calls like waiting arms. I am always yearning bac..</description>
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			<title>The Rat Man</title>
			<description>An exaggerated childhood memory.</description>
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			<title>The Candy Man</title>
			<description>Free-verse story/poem/thing I had written for general creeps and weirdness. </description>
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			<title>Over the Rainbow</title>
			<description>This poem is actually an old one I'd written in junior high - probably four or five years ago and though I can't really remember the true reason, I think I wrote it in regards to personal happenings.</description>
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