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			<title>If the plan was create panic, what better  Medium than a Starbucks coffee? 		- Survivor.</title>
			<description>The title is amenable to changes. I guess the whole thing is a bit experimental.</description>
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			<title>Popcorn Universe</title>
			<description>In the beginning, There was light.Setting: God's kitchen.Prop: A microwave oven.Action: An invisible ray, imperceptibleTo all but the All-Seeing, I fly&amp;nbsp;Towards my date- the ladyIn the tan dress- wearing&amp;nbsp;The customary purplish bow tieand a fresh birthday suit&amp;nbsp;(because gray pin-striped ..</description>
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			<title>Dancing Around the Fire</title>
			<description>I approach the smoke hoping to find food.What they could be roasting, I wonder.A rabbit family in its prime: pluckedFrom the barn of a village farmer.Or a goat: one of the many that roamThe streets, idly gnawing at the women's laundry,Having finally found a better use.Or even better: an elk... in Af..</description>
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			<title>Addiction To Music</title>
			<description>My addiction to music gets stronger everyday,I have to admit it.Every night I lie in bed listening to sad songsNatasha Bedingfield, Trey SongzI know I should stop this and give way to OrpheusStill, like Britney Spears, I go: &quot;Baby, one more time&quot;Just one replayThis is the final last timeOnly it neve..</description>
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			<title>It Would Still Be Okay</title>
			<description>A life that could be</description>
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