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			<title>The Reaquaintance</title>
			<description>Ah &amp;lsquo;tis you again my friend,Lord it&amp;rsquo;s been, how many years?Since the walls they rang with laughteras our cheeks tumbled with tears.We swore that we would stay in touchTell me, it isn&amp;rsquo;t so!Did we both speak those empty wordsTwenty years ago?Tell me, where did all the time goHow did ..</description>
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			<title>Sleeping Malice</title>
			<description>I sit down on the tube.Opposite me sits a squat, bull necked, bullet-headed man of unknown African origin.Our eyes meet.His are narrowed to scornful slits, his face impassive as an Easter Island head.I avert my gaze uncomfortably, assuming unknown malice.Later, I return my gaze, pride wounded, to th..</description>
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			<title>The sun in winter</title>
			<description>The latter days of my mother.</description>
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