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			<title>Another White Cross by The Side of the Road</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Look, mommy, there's another&quot;.&amp;ldquo;I see sweetheart, that makes three.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Why are there so many? Why are they always near a tree?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;They are not always near a tree little one sometimes they are at a corner or near the center of the road.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;W..</description>
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			<title>The Wrong Solution</title>
			<description>We were trying to work it out Nothing I did was enoughCounseling was an optionYou certainly made it tough&amp;nbsp;We were living apart under one roofFor a while it was better that wayI have told you that I needed youDaily I begged you to stay&amp;nbsp;You seemed to h..</description>
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			<title>The Shadows Path</title>
			<description>The sun hovers just above the horizonCasting shadows where they never were beforeA shaded path is formed showing the way toward destiniesdoorThe sun, ever setting, stopping not, in spite of prayerEnveloped in shadow as the light of day sets its snareThe shadow grows ever darker..</description>
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			<title>The Promotion</title>
			<description>Nervously tapping his foot he dialed his cell phone. After the fourth ring, she picked up. Excited he shouted, &amp;ldquo;Guess what.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; she shot back with a hint of anticipation in her voice. &amp;ldquo;I got the promotion&amp;rdquo;, he shouted with excitement. &amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s grea..</description>
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