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		<description>The original writings of author Rose Hagerty</description>
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			<title>Petunias and Roses</title>
			<description>Petunia sat idly behind the counter, twirling her straight,chestnut brown hair around her finger as though it were the most interestingthing she had ever seen. She brushed the wisps of hair out of her dark,chocolate brown eyes, examining them in a small mirror hanging on the wallbeside h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/2139623/</link>
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			<title>Dust</title>
			<description>The deep blue grass caressed her feet as she staggered past the fresh jewel tipped mountains and velvety star tipped flowers. Her long silver hair, done up in an elegant braid, fell lifelessly to her side limply, devoid of its once lovely shine.In the distance she caught a glimpse of glittering glas..</description>
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			<title>The Artist</title>
			<description>Weary handsTired eyesThe endless work of a paintbrush and penAn artwork that never diesBurning passionNever ending spiritFlickering lightsAnd late nightsA continued cycleNightDayNo matter where I may beAn artist I will always be.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/2139621/</link>
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			<title>The Eternal Queen</title>
			<description>Crimson bloodLike rotten winePearly white teeth as sharp as glassBaby blue eyes that pierce the soulWith locks as dark as coalSkin so white it is ice cold to the touchBeauty of a goddess, but putrid to the coreOlder than all that has walked this earthWith a soul darker than her clothesFire, cross, a..</description>
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			<title>By the Sea</title>
			<description>	The murky water licks my feet, as they sink into the soft, silver sand. My fingers brush the slippery, glassy pebbles as I rummage through a pile of smooth, colourful rocks.&amp;nbsp;	Joyfully, I hold a shard of seaglass up to the sun, absorbed by its sunny glints, its wave smoothed edges, and its emer..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/2139619/</link>
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			<title>Lover Thorn</title>
			<description>A rosen, lover thornMy heart you've wornIn moonlight I hear the floorboards shriekFrom the bed, where my lover fastly sleepsI glanceA figure doth lingerNot a strangerAlas!Twas my loverFor at night she crept to love another</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/2135917/</link>
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			<title>The Fool</title>
			<description>A fool all the sameHe plays a pernicious gameWatch him twist and swayin entrancing displayStep swing swayStep swing swayLest he lead you astrayWatch him twirl and whirl&amp;nbsp;in dismayA fool is a fool if he plays a fools game</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/2135916/</link>
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			<title>That Person</title>
			<description>&quot;I hate that person&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/1941293/</link>
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			<title>Spring Flowers</title>
			<description>QuiveringflowersPink petals bob in the windGentle winds carol</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/1941286/</link>
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			<title>The Man</title>
			<description>&quot;It's okay, I'm back.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/1941277/</link>
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			<title>Monsters and Treats</title>
			<description>Tiny monsters roam the night.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/1941269/</link>
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			<title>Wildfire</title>
			<description>We may go up in flames, but I'm not the one who lit the match.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/1941265/</link>
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			<title> Machine Boy</title>
			<description>Heart for a heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/1940439/</link>
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			<title>Existence </title>
			<description>I no longer can see what is ahead of me. But I can't look back</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/1940426/</link>
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			<title>My Flower</title>
			<description>Sweet, simple bloom. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/1940414/</link>
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			<title>The Choice</title>
			<description>An impossible choice. Is it really a choice?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CultivatedRose/1940406/</link>
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			<title>Day and Night</title>
			<description>Like day and night.</description>
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