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			<title>Hey, its me!</title>
			<description>A pleasant afternoon my fellow toastmasters andguests! Toastmasters International, where leaders are made. That is much ourtag line. WHERE LEADERS ARE MADE. Actually, this tag line made me think twiceof joining. These four words seems so heavy. Something for me personally wouldmean a lifetim..</description>
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			<title>Unusal as Usual</title>
			<description>Life can be difficult for peoplebut there are some who choose to make it even more so. Would you considerleaving your family and living the life of a monk? Or stranger still would yousurvive without food? What if you stopped using money or even making friends?Believe it or not there are peop..</description>
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			<title>Never the Leader</title>
			<description>Speech for Toastmasters Club</description>
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			<title>Blur</title>
			<description>the smell of fresh brewed coffeecrisp of a toastsaucy canton fresh from last nights' turmoilhead still blaring the chainsmokers still got my earbetter remind myself upjust another sunday morning</description>
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			<title>Ruin</title>
			<description>I ambroken. A puzzle that was missing a few pieces. I am looking for someone whowould carve himself just to complete me. I am incomplete in a whole lot ofdifferent way. I am his ruin. I ruined every part of him and I know he willnever forgive me. I broke everything he got, all the dreams..</description>
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