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			<title>Mirrors</title>
			<description>This poem is about the average feelings of people and how they come and go so quickly.  And how we often cannot make up our minds about things.</description>
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			<title>Hidden In My House</title>
			<description>This is just a narrative poem.  A simple story...some of the plot can be left up to the imagination. </description>
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			<title>The Boy on the Road</title>
			<description>Every day, around four,A boy, he walks byWith a look filled with hope.And a shine in his eye.&amp;nbsp;He wears no socks.He rarely wears shoes.But he gets along fine.He doesn&amp;rsquo;t need new.&amp;nbsp;He has an old guitar,Around his back.In his scraggly arms he carries a cat.They ..</description>
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