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			<title>Move Over (old man)</title>
			<description>A commentary on progress...</description>
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			<title>The First Black Nazi&amp;#2013266071;</title>
			<description>A commentary on the US President.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiver/439002/</link>
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			<title>Watching You Walk...</title>
			<description>Sometimes it's tough when a friends walks away from the pack...</description>
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			<title>I Saw What--</title>
			<description>A poem about the Jews, Geraldo Rivera, and that fat black b***h on the view...(not really).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiver/257273/</link>
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			<title>What I Saw Then, I See Now</title>
			<description>Uuuuummmm, it's a poem about a secret.  A sad secret about Abortion and the young men that are dragged through it, too.</description>
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			<title>THAT Crow</title>
			<description>Nature's way of confirming my existence.</description>
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			<title>Something my Daughter Said at the Diner</title>
			<description>I love when a child says something so innocent that can be construed as something very profound.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiver/237205/</link>
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			<title>Getting Run Out</title>
			<description>A Childhood memory</description>
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			<title>The truth about VD (Valentine's Day)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I've never writtena love poem that she didn't love,and I didn't hate.&amp;nbsp;--Stiver</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiver/215659/</link>
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			<title>Ten Poems in Ten Minutes</title>
			<description>Ten little pieces of inspiration penned hastily without revision...</description>
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