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			<title>Poem 2</title>
			<description>Running round and round the bend, fighting off demons that life does send.So tired, but keeping on, just keep going, until they're gone.&amp;nbsp;They go left, he stays right, finally, they aren't in sight.Slow down now, until he finds, in a circle this path does wind.&amp;nbsp;See them ..</description>
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			<title>Poem 1</title>
			<description>Here's to baristas and baristosmaking life tolerable.Here's to the Buddhagiving me direction.Here's to Sigmund Fruedgiving me inspiration.Here's to 12 year old,who already has a goal.Here's to the soldier,letting me write these words.Here's to Stanley Kupbrick,the greatest dire..</description>
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			<title>Sestina</title>
			<description>I looked up fom my book.I set it down, dropping a pen.A song was on the radio, but I didn't know the band.I adjust my glasses,as&amp;nbsp;I settle back into my chair.I take a drink from my cup.&amp;nbsp;I get up to refill my cup.I just finished the book,but i almost fell asleep in the chai..</description>
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