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			<title>Garden's Call</title>
			<description>Step through the gate, embrace the night,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Garden awaits your gentle might.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The weary world now calls your name,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Awaking dreams in quiet flame.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Shell of Pride</title>
			<description>When you have pride, which value is the biggestTo live your way is easy than with else.Your way to win to loose or be the nearestKeeps you afloat today, in future, past.You don't feel pain of body's or soul's wounds.With head up straight, with heart and face of stone.And with appearance confident an..</description>
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			<title>The Walking Man</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The man walked on the ground of far cold bank of theforgotten slow-paced river. He didn't know the place, where he was going, norwhen he will stop walk. His thoughts were occupied with story, which happenedlong-long&amp;nbsp; time ago. He went like thisfor hours without stopp..</description>
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			<title>Welcome Home</title>
			<description>Klick... Quiet echo of opening door went through&amp;nbsp;empty rooms...Welcome home...</description>
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			<title>The book</title>
			<description>The life path always lacking hush,And we try to survive this rush.We try to find the window out,To jump ahead without a doubt.We have a portal: otherworld.It can be light or dark; there are only words.It feels so small in our hands,But it can show the furthest lands..</description>
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			<title>Cry of Broken Heart</title>
			<description>This poem is my attempt to show feeling of Edmon Dantes, main protagonist of book &quot;Count of Monte Cristo&quot;, when he was in a jail.</description>
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