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			<title>Inconvenient Thoughts</title>
			<description>This is about dealing with anxious thoughts.</description>
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			<title>Wish</title>
			<description>Lyrics to a song</description>
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			<title>Coat of Many Colors</title>
			<description>These are lyric to a song.</description>
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			<title>Bubbles</title>
			<description>Trancendence</description>
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			<title>Love Advice</title>
			<description>Everything diesIncluding love.But you can lengthen its lifespanIf you water and feed itUnfortunatelyLike a rare orchidIt's is hard to keep alive.Too much water or too much fertilizerIt's a&amp;nbsp;gonerToo warm or too coldIt wilts and turns brownToo much attentionDeath sentenceBut ignore itHoping it wi..</description>
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			<title>Little Brother</title>
			<description>Dark humor </description>
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			<title>Schism</title>
			<description>We were born joined at the hipVital organs were involvedSurgical separation was not an optionAnd so we were stuck with one anotherMyself and I.Forever.The problem is,We are very different.I want to be carefree and happy and he doesn&amp;rsquo;t.He says he does but he doesn&amp;rsquo;t.Not really.He would ra..</description>
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			<title>The Crash</title>
			<description>I have to get there before fourTo sell my soulFor the money...&amp;nbsp;I will just make itI thoughtWeaving through the fogJust ahead of rush hour.I crossed the bridgeIn the wrong lane&amp;nbsp;Exit only..To Treasure IslandShitNo turn aroundAnd thenIt starts to rainAs I speed up the winding hillLined by&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Puzzle</title>
			<description>I once made a puzzleWith 10,000 pieces.&amp;nbsp;Six painstaking months&amp;nbsp;SearchingPiece by pieceDay by dayTo build a masterpieceSpread over two card tables.When it was doneThere was a missing piece.An empty holeRight in the middle of the MatterhornWhere the wind was blowingAnd there was nothingNothi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rkmurison/1833957/</link>
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			<title>Schr&amp;ouml;dinger&amp;rsquo;s Cat</title>
			<description>This is my belief:Reality isn&amp;rsquo;t one way or the otherSometimes it&amp;rsquo;s both waysOr lots of waysOr no way at allOr ways no one has thought of yet.I believe this is trueWhich is a useful concept because it makes senseTo meAnd it makes me smile a bitBut it isn&amp;rsquo;t exactly the truth&amp;hellip;I..</description>
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			<title>A Windy Walk</title>
			<description>YesterdayI walked the dogs.The wind was strongLifting them in the airLike kitesI held them to earthBy their leashesAnd watched them bob and weaveIn the skyAbove the golden grassy fields below.A&amp;nbsp;flock of Canadian geese flew byA feathered bagpipe&amp;nbsp;squadronOn a mission to the southHonking and ..</description>
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