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			<title>A Cup of Tea...</title>
			<description>Years ago on the lane walked,I would have my book in my lawn,And glad at this lady from over the fence,Who&amp;rsquo;d sit and wait under the lamppost each dawn.I, confused with the abrupt sight,Of a lady so lively, yet alone,Her eyes would often shed, a tear or two,Shive..</description>
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			<title>They, them</title>
			<description>wandering souls</description>
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			<title>Shedding of the Womb</title>
			<description>Its a poem about which most people thought was about Female Infanticide. But, no, its a real story to be honest. It's about a mother who lost her conceived child and later was told to deliver it. </description>
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