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		<description>The original writings of author Noah</description>
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			<title>To The Stars</title>
			<description>Pick me upIn your right clawsTake me up up awayRight to the stars</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1790008/</link>
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			<title>Flushed Confusion</title>
			<description>You see that I'm sad, maybe even a little madBut I don't think you care because&amp;nbsp;Your closely looking&amp;nbsp;into&amp;nbsp;my only eyesCalling me lonely and falseAnd I try so hard to forget my faults&amp;nbsp;But you won't let me look&amp;nbsp;past them.I can't see why you are this wayWhy your causing me this..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1784582/</link>
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			<title>Lone Ship</title>
			<description>Lost ay ay she criesMarauding the ship he carriesWe shall crack open its hullAnd then pop insideIll take my place right&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;Its aging helmProd leftAnd then poke it rightMe and the muddled mislead IWill sail right through the darkest night.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1779845/</link>
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			<title>This Jargoned Love I hold</title>
			<description>On love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1779844/</link>
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			<title>A Boy and His Rattle</title>
			<description>Tittle tattleWent the little boy's rattleHe swung it all about asIf he was in battleHe did make it singAnd he did let it ringBut the jolly little boyDid not understandThat held inside this very special toyWere many similar menNamed&amp;nbsp;Roy;===They buttered his breadAnd churned up his dreamsThey tie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1775702/</link>
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			<title>Hairy Harry</title>
			<description>Dear hairy HarryI do know your fateYou'll growAnd growUntil I cannot see your faceYou'll be ripe and muddyAnd so I willHave veryMany gripes-I will not stopUntil I dropAnd each and everyRuddy lockIs on the study tileYou will gawkAt the gaudy brewAnd pour the glueRight on your vile c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1761019/</link>
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			<title>Lunch</title>
			<description>Pleaselet me get my robeand we willlook at&amp;nbsp;thisturning floating globe&amp;nbsp;do me a&amp;nbsp;favorandcrook a bitebecauseI am faintandaint gonna munchany of my lunchYou will smitecluckyKentuckyand then&amp;nbsp;we will&amp;nbsp;inquireto scrapour attireso we can&amp;nbsp;lap up&amp;nbsp;the atlanticsblue anticsthen ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1760720/</link>
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			<title>A Dissenting Descent For Glassy Allure</title>
			<description>Its definitely abstract, vague, and may not appeal to many but I quite like it :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1756306/</link>
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			<title>Desperate Times</title>
			<description>Desperate times&amp;nbsp;call for&amp;nbsp;desperate measures&amp;nbsp;and it is&amp;nbsp;almost as if&amp;nbsp;the toddlers of old&amp;nbsp;endure lives of futile entrapment&amp;nbsp;while huddling towards the roasting fire&amp;nbsp;watching the blue wisps of smoke&amp;nbsp;float above their heads&amp;nbsp;towards assumed&amp;nbsp;destinies...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1756302/</link>
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			<title>A Muttered Reflection</title>
			<description>Looking backInto my sullen gazeStares a pale placeboOf reticulated intentIn start contrast its thoughtTo discriminate natureMy eyes drift belowSearching for recognitionBut none was thereMy very own faceA misty mysteryFor whats looking back is not my ownBut only that of a cracked shellBleached by sun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1755523/</link>
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			<title>Sad Thoughts of Madness</title>
			<description>Troops lay root to fiery beds of thorn,Lifted up upon the grass&amp;rsquo; hairy maw,Brought down the jaws crack and creak,With a bloody barrage of her ballistic rage,Morrow&amp;rsquo;s past begins its descent.But it is all unrealistic,If only compared to sins treaty,Rhetoric of causation&amp;rsquo;s brawl.The ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1755521/</link>
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			<title>Cumulative Synonyms</title>
			<description>  This poem is my vision of what being content is like&amp;hellip; Being careless, free and focused only on the moment. In this I understand that the moment will pas but I don&amp;rsquo;t care, all I see is the happiness </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahMacManny/1755503/</link>
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