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			<title>The Seasonal Holiday</title>
			<description>A winter storm blows acrossThe misty, icy roads and housesAnd in eachWarm hands meetWarm smiles greet And we all eat Good food and drink fine wineFriends, families and lovers dineEach alight with cheer and well being&amp;nbsp;Though sadly not all share this good feelingWith the bla..</description>
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			<title>The Walking Dead</title>
			<description>I dream a dream of life on earthWhen we no longer need to search the starsAnd all around warm air risesFrom the mouths of souls alive. Blue lips and dead eyes stare backFrom the mirror that hangs about my roomAnd as tabloids shout of doom and gloomWhy is no one asking?..</description>
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			<title>Something Needs To Change</title>
			<description>There is something wrongWith the world of todayAnd as I walk these crowded streetsSweltering sun biting the back of my neckWith bubbles of people bashing and dashingI wish for the power to call a halt.Make them all stop and look aboutAnd at the top of my voice Id shout..</description>
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			<title>I Can Buy Happiness</title>
			<description>A first draft , lots of work needed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamesiee123/632006/</link>
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			<title>Our Lives</title>
			<description>Like the quote from John Lennon &quot;time you enjoy wasting is no wasted time&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamesiee123/628525/</link>
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			<title>Heat</title>
			<description>My first attempt at a short story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamesiee123/627798/</link>
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			<title>Destiny's Throng</title>
			<description>Alive with heart beatingNot breathing but gasping. Knowledge and experience stripped back to bare boneRaw and free and wild as the windsI run, blood pounding, alive and alone&amp;nbsp;Life drips black until white clearsNo path to follow, just choices and tearsThe way of t..</description>
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			<title>Apathy of the Age</title>
			<description>Oozing from the pores of a decaying worldSloth spreads slowly throughoutDaunted by the impossible ascent through timeWe slump Into the shadows&amp;nbsp;Succumbing to themonotonyThe monotonyThe endless monotony&amp;nbsp;And as we try and fail to rise againWe sink lower..</description>
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			<title>My Night Time Sweetheart</title>
			<description>A little love poem with a twist :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamesiee123/627427/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>Experimenting with spoken poetry in the style of Eric Darby.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamesiee123/627420/</link>
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			<title>Last Breath</title>
			<description>A poem commenting on the fruitfulness of hedonism.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamesiee123/627391/</link>
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			<title>The Iceberg</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My hands rise to catch my head as it falls towards mykneesI gasp in air as the room begins to swimScarredDeterredThe weight of the world drags me to the corner of theroomAnd here I sinkDownDown into the chaotic wilderness of thoughtsThat play upon my min..</description>
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