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			<title>I Am Man</title>
			<description>Bread from earth dirt,Son of Socrates philosophy and Theresa&amp;rsquo;steachings,Descendant of Incan rulers and Egyptian pharaohs,Sharing blood of slaves of all shades,&amp;nbsp;A breathing book of historical fictionShelved within the library of life,I pass my story - my voice..</description>
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			<title>The Thinker</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the corner of the street where the blue and white buspasses every 15 minutes, sits a fuzzy faced man who to only I, appears as ahuman sculpture, carved by the hands of the city- from every unique brick insidethe structure of a house, f..</description>
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			<title>Cocoon</title>
			<description>Sitting -&amp;nbsp;Foot thumping,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pulsing,Red Swollen -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Behind red flesh lies&amp;nbsp;a beating&amp;nbsp;cocoon,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Harboring inside it a storm of fortune,Telling life of limited movement,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Slow sinking steps -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Life on a Tune</title>
			<description>I have summoned youdear friendBecause no longer can I keep my breath. I call you for the lasttime.So sing to me,Play me a spinningmelody To preserve my mind As it was in childhood.Please --Continue turning,Until my last words Are no longer clear. </description>
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			<title>The Storm Watcher</title>
			<description>Saliva stringsstretch between your teeth asYour mouth awakens with energy. Tongue -- uncontrolled,untamed. &amp;nbsp;Your cheeks blush withfury fire,Melting victims ofsweatFleeing from yoursteaming face. &amp;nbsp;Arms and legs spin andswing --A wild roller co..</description>
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			<title>December Winds</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Cool Daddy Mack&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Leans on the cornerReady for life to dealits dice,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chance left to December winds&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Popped snug collars Cover..</description>
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