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			<title>So Now I'm Old</title>
			<description>Poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dr-Guitar/2784093/</link>
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			<title>The Breakdown</title>
			<description>An odd thing, that the day I turned in the docs for a leave of absence and for short term disability, that I actually didn't feel that bad. I guiltily speculated, as I almost always do, about whether I really WAS malingering, really just acting distraught. Acting like a baby. But then again, this wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dr-Guitar/1668549/</link>
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			<title>keys</title>
			<description>the keys tumblefrom my pocket, a clanging messof twined metal and shapesthat make no sense.&amp;nbsp;I fumble with them in the dark, sensingwith my fingertips the right ones&amp;nbsp;to unlock the house, the car, the garage door&amp;nbsp;I pray quietly not to drop them on the floor&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dr-Guitar/657176/</link>
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			<title>two minutes</title>
			<description>Letta lives her lifetwo minutes at a time.&amp;nbsp;but...&amp;nbsp;the 90 years have not been unkind.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dr-Guitar/657170/</link>
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			<title>someone's theme song</title>
			<description>It was 1998 when my uncle died. Mad cow diseasefrom deer semen injections as a child. Or so some now speculate. I was just turned 40,&amp;nbsp;lucky all my life.&amp;nbsp;My father next, in 1999, a September solo;dozens of tiny cancers held hands in his lungs,like children in a ringaround, unt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dr-Guitar/657165/</link>
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			<title>million days</title>
			<description>Jump starting long dormant writing with some cryptic thinking aloud. A minor experiment in word mechanics as well. Not sure I like the last stanza much. Work in progress. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dr-Guitar/656656/</link>
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			<title>first hours</title>
			<description>Tiny first steps back.</description>
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