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		<description>The original writings of author Olatunbosun David-Rex</description>
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			<title>life is art</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;don&amp;rsquo;t&amp;nbsp;need&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;bed&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;rosesI&amp;nbsp;don&amp;rsquo;t&amp;nbsp;even&amp;nbsp;desire&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;bedJust&amp;nbsp;give&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;pen&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;paperAnd&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;mere&amp;nbsp;scribblesI&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;write&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;picture&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;life..</description>
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			<title>never leave me</title>
			<description>Never&amp;nbsp;leave&amp;nbsp;me,&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;dazzling&amp;nbsp;princessDon&amp;rsquo;t&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;painfulYour&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;has&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;pain&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;cure&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;heartI&amp;nbsp;am&amp;nbsp;not,&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;aren&amp;rsquo;t&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;In&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;world&amp;nbsp;i&amp;..</description>
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			<title>mediocrity</title>
			<description>Thoughts on culture of a majority&amp;nbsp; of Persons.&amp;nbsp;Hypocriticalminded peopleThey are actuallyclueless.They just knowlittle things about the bigger pictureThey create,edit and re-define to suit their indigenous and personal beliefsThey criticizeothers for a sho..</description>
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			<title>none yet</title>
			<description>The bloated old man had a half empty bottle in his hands anda large roll of lit cigar hung from his cracked caramel lips, his undershirtwas out grown and his belly stood out like that of a pregnant heifer, and itrested on his weak knees which wobbled as he walked, as if he was suffering fr..</description>
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