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			<title>A Bad Turns Good At Times</title>
			<description>It is an event, which I thought to share with you. After reading, if you think you also have something to share, please do share it with me. I would love to read from you. share as much as you can.</description>
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			<title>A Passionate Reader</title>
			<description>Though everyone like to read, but this piece of my writing tells you if you are a passionate reader or not. You may read it and are free to disagree with me. Enjoy reading!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payalsaxena/1836845/</link>
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			<title>Dance to the Rhythm....</title>
			<description>Thought it is a short informal article, but since there was no option for article here, so I am presenting my writing in the category of a story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payalsaxena/1789798/</link>
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			<title>On My Cloud</title>
			<description>While playing with the rainbow,Didn't realize when I slipped down.Tried make others laugh,Instead got their frown.Tried touching stone in diamond,But hard cheese was playing at other end.Tried freeing my soul from pain,But all hands I tried were in vain.Brain surrendered But,Dreams still ran in my b..</description>
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			<title>A Rain Drop</title>
			<description>A Rain DropA hot Wind,In Scorching heat,Whirling on the,Rhythm of the Beat.Got the wings of the cloud,In her new form she sang loud.Her crystal clear body,She noticed while a hop,Is she forming in a new rain drop?Pressed by her own weight,Chill ran up to her spine,Soon, she will be in the mud,Is dea..</description>
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			<title>Across The Wind Mill</title>
			<description>When the mind is sucked in a pandemonium,Finger play with the sand grain,Eyes are in search of some sunshine,But, brain says, now breath is at end.When breath becomes like,A storm in the wind mill,When sun seems to come,Down from the uphill.When moons melts in, Front of the eyes,When there are only ..</description>
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