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		<description>The original writings of author C. James Snyder</description>
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			<title>Building A House</title>
			<description>This is the feature poem off my debut spoken word/poetry album &quot;Nothing Really&quot;. 

Available for free at https://becomer.bandcamp.com/releases and on all major streaming platforms (Spotify, iTnunes)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseysnyder/2054910/</link>
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			<title>Color of Memory </title>
			<description>Memories are never consistent. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseysnyder/2033740/</link>
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			<title>Forest Shrine </title>
			<description>A walk in early spring through my favorite wood. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseysnyder/2025767/</link>
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			<title>Justice</title>
			<description>A poem on a contradictory and often ironic concept. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseysnyder/2022216/</link>
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			<title>I Bought a Candle Because I Did Not Know What Else to Do </title>
			<description>Love has infinite means of expression. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseysnyder/2019714/</link>
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			<title>Wopsononock </title>
			<description>1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The sun hung lowAll SpringMist twistedAmongst wood armsAnd I askedIf you wanted to live&amp;nbsp;We droveUp Wopsononock Beneath the cracklingOf the city&amp;rsquo;s veinsA path was clearedThe track-marks of progress&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseysnyder/2017526/</link>
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			<title>Growing Years</title>
			<description>A single Polaroid-memory from an early point in a relationship. 

It will be included in my forthcoming first collection of poetry. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseysnyder/2014135/</link>
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			<title>Spent</title>
			<description>On the inchoate character of life, love, and sometimes our maturity in these matters. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseysnyder/1988208/</link>
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			<title>A Murder in December</title>
			<description>No, no one is dead here. But-- a large murder of crows has moved into the trees at my University. Are they moving for winter?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseysnyder/1861078/</link>
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			<title>Shadyside</title>
			<description>Sad poem on a sad day that paralleled my mood. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseysnyder/1857514/</link>
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