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			<title>Uncle charlie, V2</title>
			<description>He didn&amp;rsquo;t wait for the lights, he jogged across at the next gap and started the corner as a disgruntled driver beeped his horn. He was about half way around the corner before the noise erupted around him. Immediately startled it took him a second to realise it was just a girl laughing. It was ..</description>
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			<title>Petrichor</title>
			<description>Thenoise of the wind subsided mere minutes before the sun began to rise. Some ofthe neighbour&amp;rsquo;s roofs sheltered bare trunks of the felled trees that litteredthe streets metres from where they once stood. Now it had passed she sat on hercreaking bal..</description>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>I think you'll get it</description>
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			<title>Little bird </title>
			<description>I have the flu, this could be born of delerium</description>
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			<title>Uncle Charlie</title>
			<description>Just a train of thought during my walk home, thought I'd put it on paper</description>
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			<title>Drifting lovers type thing - Edit</title>
			<description>The two lovers stared into each other&amp;rsquo;s eyes, endlessly.They took no notice of the clouds, endless shapes of wonder, that past behindthe others head. Nor did they pay any attention to the tangled lonely blackthat lay below them. One hand held the other..</description>
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			<title>The days that never were</title>
			<description>I miss the days that never were Before there was a window in every girls bedroom doorWhen the days could be a bore &amp;nbsp;I miss the days that never were When the veneer wasn&amp;rsquo;t a necessity And when things were allowed to be s****y ..</description>
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			<title>Drifting lovers type thing</title>
			<description>The two lovers stared into each other&amp;rsquo;s eyes, endlessly.They took no notice of the clouds, endless shapes of wonder, that past behindthe others head. Nor did they pay any attention to the tangled lonely blackthat lay below them. One hand held the oth..</description>
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