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		<description>The original writings of author michael</description>
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			<title>DREAMS</title>
			<description>A little something I'd like to do with my dreams.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/700170/</link>
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			<title>SOLE</title>
			<description>A poem on individuality</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/700162/</link>
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			<title>SMALL FRIEND</title>
			<description>This poem was written by my 8-year old grand-daughter.  Her pen name is zoeyzoom.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/699277/</link>
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			<title>PICNICS </title>
			<description>This is a poem of a picnic setting.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/696997/</link>
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			<title>THE BEACON</title>
			<description>A desperation to be a voice to a deaf world</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/696989/</link>
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			<title>A LOVE BRIEF</title>
			<description>This poem is about lost love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/696972/</link>
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			<title>STANDING AT THE SHORE</title>
			<description>Reflections of the turmoils of life and hopes of the future</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/696443/</link>
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			<title>I AM IN ME</title>
			<description>Inside of me is a little manA litttle man, a voiceHe speaks to meHe speaks for meHe speaks with me constantly&amp;nbsp; And he will not be silentInside of me there are some wordsA little man wants to sayHe says them softHe says them loudHe says what I'd like to see&amp;nbsp; And he wil..</description>
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			<title>REVIVAL</title>
			<description>Love is life, and without it, we are not really living, and the fact that we are living is
the reason we will find it if we lose it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/696344/</link>
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			<title>DID YOU KNOW ?</title>
			<description>This is a poem of a final separation between two people who were in love. and the greed
of relatives to destroy it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/696297/</link>
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			<title>FIT FOR THE THRONE</title>
			<description>The world is the transport of our enemy, and society, the henchmen .... beware!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/696115/</link>
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			<title>WHERE THE DARKNESS</title>
			<description>It is in my darkest hours, it seems, when creativity is at its highest point.  A necessary
tool, along with solitude, destitution and emotional drainage.  And a dictionary, of course.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/695944/</link>
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			<title>ROCKING-HORSES AND OTHER ATTIC THINGS</title>
			<description>It is a place not unusual but curious, not ordinary but mysterious. This place above our
living quarters is sometimes not normal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sundown1313/695862/</link>
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			<title>CALLERS NOT WELCOME</title>
			<description>This is a very unusual story of a house with a particular unearthly oddity.  I cringe even now
as I recall the details.  It gives answering the phone a bit of a ghostly ring! </description>
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