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			<title>Phather Phantasm</title>
			<description>Phather Phantasm&amp;nbsp;Half-seen in my half-stare,half-believing you are there.&amp;nbsp;Faded memories and fadedthoughts-raindrops falling onsun-seared rock,quickly come and quicklypart.&amp;nbsp;I was eleven when you did notdie,you took your leave, neversay..</description>
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			<title>The Thunderstorm and how it was never seen</title>
			<description>Hammer and bolt,clash in the clouds.The son of Cronosat war with Thurs.And the mere mortalsof Midgard and Greece,stand in awe at this scene,knowing that in the end,their god would win the day.</description>
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			<title>Mrs. Hughes has Died</title>
			<description>Mrs. Hughes has diedin the lonely watches of the night,her body in celebrated repose.And the ravenous wolves&amp;nbsp;gathered at her tomb,caring only for the scentof her lovely bones,no thought of who she was,and how she lived.</description>
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