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			<title>#3</title>
			<description>In the brooding hours of dawnGlitter sharp grass and dull, beaten headsStoned Joe in the alley With an eye for the feds&amp;nbsp;Heavy tread war monger in cavalry boots Looks at cracked pavement and hopes that it bled&amp;nbsp;Rotten, striking sunbath caresses Rusted,..</description>
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			<title>#2</title>
			<description>What has happened to the American Wet Dream?I&amp;rsquo;ve still got time on God&amp;rsquo;s bill of fiendsThe rye parts both ways in timeless, fertile seams&amp;nbsp;You tuck your pride and you keep it well&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Untilsome su..</description>
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			<title>#1</title>
			<description>I watched a salt-splashed breeze sit in the air likespirit on a lazy Sunday afternoon.I watched the crystalized wave markings on the woodfloor from high tide - And I thought it&amp;rsquo;s just amatter of time &amp;lsquo;til the tide takes you.I watched your faded, burnt orange hair, l..</description>
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			<title>letter to the anti</title>
			<description>My boy, you've got to simmer down
Yours worries, fears, not but a clown
A wave of doubt that will soon pass

You must'nt forget that you, the noun
Are a noble tree against the wind
Whose leave
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