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			<title>When I First Read the Bible</title>
			<description>When I First Read the BibleWhen I was a childI decided to think awhileOne ideas that I had takenFrom a book that had my mind awakenOn realms beyond black and whiteTheories not seen within normal sightPhilosophies that perplexed my mindAnswers that nobody could findWith questions that hurt my headQuo..</description>
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			<title>The Same Coin</title>
			<description>I wrote this awhile ago and haven't let anybody read it, so I'm interested in what you'll think.</description>
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			<title>To My Darling </title>
			<description>I continually look around and see my friends getting girlfriends, and I still don't have one. Then I see them break up. My question is, what is the point?</description>
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			<title>The Sky is Falling</title>
			<description>I sit there slumped up against the wall waitin&amp;rsquo; for the chicken. God knows how much I hate that stupid chicken, but still I wait. I also watch all of them travel by. All of them walk by, lookin&amp;rsquo; like they don&amp;rsquo;t have a care in the world. But they do, don&amp;rsquo;t they? All just hustl..</description>
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			<title>Can't You See It?</title>
			<description>Why is differnce so frowned upon?</description>
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			<title>Why the Youth?</title>
			<description>Why is there so much pressure put on the young?</description>
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			<title>I am the Surrender</title>
			<description>I was reading  alot of Walt Witman. This poem is my own but the format/idea of &quot;I am&quot; came from &quot;Song of Myself.</description>
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			<title>When We Climbed</title>
			<description>We used to climb to the cloudsStand on ledges that we had beatenAnd look at the view,Rise above the the possibility of fallingAnd keep climbing until the limits of ourselves,Surpassed the breaking point of what we thought we wereOur fragility was only a reminder,That life is worth living.But at some..</description>
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