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			<title>Selfish Thigns</title>
			<description>Dear Best Friend,I'm sure you will already know the things I am about to sayBecause your mind always works two steps ahead of mineand as you already knowYou told me something today that changed my thoughtI need a conclusion you statedI need closure you finishedBut I am lost,&amp;nbsp;best friend.I heard..</description>
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			<title>Lindsey</title>
			<description>She has this energyThe kind that pulses in her eyesIt radiates&amp;nbsp;It healsThere is an energy that germinates from the soles of her feetIt drives herHer hands&amp;nbsp;she twistsaround the smooth&amp;nbsp;brushQuickMotionsThere is a light that is equivalent to the sunthat shines when she is activatedThey f..</description>
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			<title>The Man I Never Met on the Bus</title>
			<description>I saw you on the bus yesterday.The first thing I saw was your leather jacketThe one with the orange patchYour hair was golden brownAnd its waves fell down to your shoulderYou pulled out a book&amp;nbsp;And I see the small scribble of a tattoo on your right handAs hard as I tried I couldn't see exactly w..</description>
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			<title>A letter to the man who walks his dog</title>
			<description>To the man who walks his dog:Excuse me sir,I was simply wonderingWhy do you do that?Why do you walk your dogeverysingleday?And why more than once?Do you not have a yard?No street?Why here?You must have a very active dogon your hands.Why do you take the strangest routes,and find the prettiest girls p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LindseyBost/1729048/</link>
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			<title>A spring day: A taste of your kiss</title>
			<description>A free verse poem of the day you found your way back into my head.</description>
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