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		<description>The original writings of author Juliet Ray</description>
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			<title>All I wanted was...</title>
			<description>Argument with myself about what to do...

(By the way, I just wrote this to get some feelings out.  It's not perfectly set out.  It just helped me to sort out my feelings. Thanks for reading!)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisakramer/814064/</link>
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			<title>Go Away</title>
			<description>Funny how a few weeks can reveal a lot of change.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisakramer/787070/</link>
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			<title>You Can't</title>
			<description>What we're told.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisakramer/786732/</link>
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			<title>Shut out</title>
			<description>A recent feeling that I've gone through.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisakramer/786730/</link>
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			<title>On The Floor Stretching</title>
			<description>Homage to Tillie Olsen&amp;rsquo;s &amp;ldquo;I Stand Here Ironing&amp;rdquo;

-I handed this in for a university english class.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisakramer/693755/</link>
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			<title>Obscured</title>
			<description>He will lead me. &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisakramer/689880/</link>
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			<title>My Baby</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Youran, you laughed, you played.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Youwere always ready for a brand-new day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisakramer/665589/</link>
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			<title>Dizzy</title>
			<description>This poem sort of arose from what someone said in the past.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisakramer/665582/</link>
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			<title>Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Photograph</title>
			<description>So for a university English class, our professor got us to read Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens.  She then asked us to write our own thirteen ways of looking at something.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lisakramer/663926/</link>
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			<title>That boy.</title>
			<description>As I said, I'm a hopeless romantic...this is about my latest hope.</description>
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