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			<title>People of The Sea</title>
			<description>a first draft idea for a screen play. original idea by Amasa Mason Hartwell</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/659638/</link>
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			<title>Creation</title>
			<description>Sansara and Nirvana</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/646080/</link>
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			<title>Warrior</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I killed a man, a week has passedSince I did see him bleedAnd as he died in his daughters armsI did not care to see&amp;nbsp;The horrid look upon her face As she stood and stared at meI feel no shame in what I&amp;rsquo;ve doneFor God and my country&amp;nbsp;In my own land, I would b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/645303/</link>
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			<title>The Wise Clock</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Tick tock, tick tockAt what expense would I flee this life?I hang on a blank wall, helplessA&amp;nbsp;victim to the numbers&amp;nbsp;Tick tock, tick tockI can count only in seconds the race of timeFor my arms point to numbers my eyes cannot seeAnd divide in lonely incriments the days..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/644671/</link>
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			<title>May it be Known...</title>
			<description>For both rebels and countrymen</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/644119/</link>
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			<title>Astrology</title>
			<description>Must there be a meaning to every detail?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/643833/</link>
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			<title>The Lenses</title>
			<description>A blind shot at prose poetry.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/643753/</link>
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			<title>A Memoir from Mr. Chen</title>
			<description>The vices of a city catch up to one man, far from his home.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/642451/</link>
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			<title>We Didn't Feel Scared</title>
			<description>A memoir of a more... innocent time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/642441/</link>
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			<title>Rubber Sandwiches</title>
			<description>This poem is edible!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/642290/</link>
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			<title>Snowman</title>
			<description>A snowman in a summer field</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jank_Hindu/642028/</link>
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			<title>The Storm</title>
			<description>An Army fort neighbors a college campus</description>
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