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		<description>The original writings of author Sammy</description>
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			<title>Heavens above </title>
			<description>Letting go is never easy. My nanna always wondered what I would write in her passing. This was wrote whilst I was losing her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eskendal/2858358/</link>
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			<title>Limits of a woman</title>
			<description>Lsitend to a friend having a hard time. Needed to write to release.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eskendal/2858354/</link>
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			<title>Silently defeated</title>
			<description>Alone with your thoughts?? Yes me too.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eskendal/2793137/</link>
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			<title>Nanna</title>
			<description>NANNA We talked a little less but you slept alot more, you can barely hold a conversation like the many times before.Your weak I can see this more now, sat holding your fragile hand.I glance at you whilst you doze, my heart bleeds a moment in time froze.I talk softly carrying on our poin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eskendal/2164693/</link>
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			<title>Stuck in my mind</title>
			<description>A few hard days a year never hurt ... right??</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eskendal/2151905/</link>
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			<title>Dad who</title>
			<description>Never really felt good enough always craved his love nearly lost him in august after he suffered a cardiac arrest i was by his side 24.7 until he came round. Thought i had second chance. I was wrong.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eskendal/2151904/</link>
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			<title>The whistle </title>
			<description>My grandad used to whistle to his heart content .. any song anywhere.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eskendal/1819184/</link>
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			<title>DEMONS</title>
			<description>For anyone with a past worth forgetting or trying to overcome something bad that happend</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eskendal/1818796/</link>
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			<title>Hands so small</title>
			<description>Wish I could freeze time </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eskendal/1818783/</link>
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			<title>Drifting away </title>
			<description>This is the first poem I wrote when I was 14.
I was told my grandad had cancer and he didn't know that I knew and my only escape was poetry.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eskendal/1818703/</link>
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			<title>Being there</title>
			<description>This is a poem I've written recently for a friend who's had some bad family news.</description>
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