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		<description>The original writings of author Keoni</description>
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			<title>feeling naked</title>
			<description>still feel you chrisssy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/756169/</link>
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			<title>missing persons report....</title>
			<description>a poem about a lost girl in my area, 40 years old, just disappeared, no sighn or clue....so far.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/756166/</link>
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			<title>daddys little girl</title>
			<description>a long a waited arrival of my daughter of sixteen.....coming home to dad.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/709850/</link>
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			<title>please dont read me unless you can handle truth in all forms</title>
			<description>a reality of rebells, and how it is dealt with.....lybian.....and japan, tsunamis in day, and .....blow up the reactors out of the sky.......and start cleaning up,,,,,,,,,</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/707231/</link>
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			<title>harmonic override.....</title>
			<description>a bit of a wandering tale.....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/702187/</link>
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			<title>Tsunami day records 2011</title>
			<description>hawaiian tsunami day......2011 in my back yard</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/697061/</link>
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			<title>Morphing full circle.....Qalophinz'e</title>
			<description>a word or two about her, and in a parable </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/694612/</link>
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			<title>Who cares..........</title>
			<description>im not going to even hint at what i mean....its real and its sad, and i hope i do not offend anyone. peace</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/683647/</link>
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			<title>Sing myself to me....</title>
			<description>a look at the puzzling world of art and music....and love. kind of a music paradox....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/681711/</link>
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			<title>In the sky that night</title>
			<description>a true story...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/681235/</link>
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			<title>when its time...</title>
			<description>about a woman that hears every word i speak, and knows all my thoughts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/681230/</link>
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			<title>Spirit</title>
			<description>each line is a poem.....can be mixed and matched like a twister poem....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/681126/</link>
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			<title>her world</title>
			<description>mystery of her way</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/679640/</link>
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			<title>Hey Pele~</title>
			<description>just a tune in the wild for a wild wonder of mine....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keoni/679104/</link>
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			<title>spider web forest</title>
			<description>i wander the trail in my back yard, listening hard,shes playing my song,with two less strings....ukulele....she lures me her way....the spiders know this as i am quickly ambushed,the crab spiders recently dropped from above,to eat thier way thru the bore beatle....this is true.......</description>
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