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			<title>Flower(Haiku)</title>
			<description>This is my first haiku. </description>
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			<title>Flower(Haiku)</title>
			<description>This is my first haiku. </description>
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			<title>The unclaimed goat</title>
			<description>Yore and yore ago in an ancient townA king of wise and just sense was crowned.His wisdom was known to far far lands&amp;nbsp;That even sages prevailed him with their hands.Then one day an incident of strange nature happenedTo which even I was oblivious of its origin.Two placid men of humble origin stepp..</description>
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			<title>I lisp your words</title>
			<description>I lisp your words night and mornLike a devotee telling its beadsThrough the words of other menI sorb your words,Like the drenched soil of Julyshowereing its bliss of divine ambrosia.Never have I seen you flesh and mould&amp;nbsp;Never have I listened to your baritonic voiceBut I do believe the other men..</description>
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			<title>Crossed paths</title>
			<description>My mind is at a cross of routeBaffled paths and babbled wordsNone of which it me suits, as it says&quot;Release the flittering unarable birdIt would do you no good&quot;But I cling to my obstinacy like a bruteMy prized possession of fool's gold&quot;Let the coquette bird of days of ruthReside within these chambers..</description>
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