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			<title>Schaudenfreude</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve been feeling light,And I don&amp;rsquo;t have a reason whyBut fifteen years have shy gone byAnd I&amp;rsquo;m done questioning the way of things&amp;nbsp;It started with a dreamA tactful tear upon the seamsOf fortune&amp;rsquo;s greatest mysteryIts thread unwinding down beneath my feetBefore it leaves in..</description>
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			<title>Poems from my Creative Writing class</title>
			<description>A Father&amp;rsquo;s Gift&amp;nbsp;I shall give you the eyes of a childTo see the world in wonderI shall give you the heart of a lambTo be tender to those who wish you harmI shall give you the drive of a machineTo seek out your desires in life without failBut most importantly..</description>
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			<title>Divorce</title>
			<description>I'm caught abreastWith sorrow, seepingfrom my chestAnd no cop nor couchNor alimony checkCan keep deceivingMe from what was ruinedA picture perfect familyFlukeJust faded crayons cryingInto papers, whiteAnd spiteIs marching through meAs they sign away what rights(What rights?)I might have knownBefore ..</description>
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			<title>A Collection of Short Stories from the Archives of my Laptop</title>
			<description>Jim:NowJim, like many other individuals of disinteresting life styles, oftenfantasized of being whisked away from the ennui of day to day life intosomething&amp;hellip;more. With Quixote-level delusion, even the tritest of experiencescould be twisted into something more significant than one ..</description>
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			<title>Riley</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Adults have always seemed so sad tome. I&amp;rsquo;ve never been able to understand why, once we hit biological andemotional maturity, we seem to resign ourselves to a perpetual sorrow. Why arethey so sad anyways? I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to become an adult, but all the same Iseemed to lose..</description>
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