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			<title>Jenny</title>
			<description>me reflection on the last time I saw Jenny Gray</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Interfearence/704915/</link>
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			<title>The Recluse and the Fictional Lead Ballon</title>
			<description>a bit weird - just a passge on how people are never what they make out to be</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Interfearence/700094/</link>
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			<title>The inventions of the pigs and the poets</title>
			<description>another look at the state of things in Britain</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Interfearence/696740/</link>
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			<title>Wild Mercury</title>
			<description>a poem about a very famous songwriter - feel free to guess</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Interfearence/694146/</link>
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			<title>Opera House</title>
			<description>A poem on Jorn Utzom - architect of the Sydney Opera House</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Interfearence/692792/</link>
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			<title>Spectrum</title>
			<description>we are not all we appear to be, we are not always right, we are not always alone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Interfearence/692520/</link>
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			<title>Lauren</title>
			<description>A foreign affair alien to my skinLauren flared up and flew inHer vociferous oath to godA stranger stood in my skinShe sharpens pencils with a knifeShe stacks coins on windowsillsA camouflage on my skinLauren is never before othersHer benevolence soothes the acheA butterfly on my sk..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Interfearence/692364/</link>
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			<title>The hibernation of cranes</title>
			<description>From the front of my houseI can see The hibernation of cranesBodies in the bridgeCryogenic geriatrics moaningBlood in the fridgeThe living beyond our meansThe child that dreams&amp;nbsp;From the front of your houseWe can seeThe hibernation of cranesCollateral damagesThe death o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Interfearence/692361/</link>
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			<title>The fox in the fire</title>
			<description>A box of sodden matchsticks lies at my feet Raining heavily Now beautifully serene.Tiny fingers playing the keys to my spinal chordAn invisible painter uses condensation as a canvas, I peer inside.&amp;nbsp; The charcoaled furniture and fixtures smoulder into my eyes Etching themselves are m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Interfearence/692250/</link>
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			<title>City Diatribe</title>
			<description>this is a comment on the expression that people are 'the salt of the earth'.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/My-Interfearence/692170/</link>
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