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		<title>IMOGEAN | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/imogeanharlan</link>
		<description>The original writings of author IMOGEAN</description>
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			<title>Just Letting It Out...</title>
			<description>The beginnings of spring seem a unnatural occurrence.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/2015765/</link>
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			<title>Trust</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Trust is to love, what the sun is to a flower&amp;nbsp;and just as the sun nourishes the flower, so trust nurishes love. Without trust, love withers and dies.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/363996/</link>
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			<title>Just thoughts....</title>
			<description>The only thing that sustains me -- is this grandiose idea that I can write.&amp;nbsp;My days&amp;nbsp;are chagrined with memories that reveal who I actually am. &amp;nbsp;I am startled at what I'm finding, turning each retrospection over in my mind. I cry for my youth wasted and na&amp;iuml;vet&amp;eacute; lost..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/308691/</link>
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			<title>Rememberance is divine...</title>
			<description>Just a thought of mine...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/294212/</link>
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			<title>Sinful knowledge. </title>
			<description>My Love....&amp;nbsp;Weeps when I weep.... &amp;nbsp;Just as my laughter makes him smile, my pain brings&amp;nbsp;tears to his eyes. &amp;nbsp;I envelop his thoughts&amp;nbsp;and he mine. &amp;nbsp;We are one in the same, an entanglement of souls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With each great hurdle, we become closer.&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/285010/</link>
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			<title>What the intellectual mind can not understand, the heart can...</title>
			<description>Just some thoughts....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/275335/</link>
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			<title>An Ode' to Dead Poets</title>
			<description>An Ode' to Dead Poets&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In their words eternal,They shall silently speak. &amp;nbsp;We shall read them, And&amp;nbsp;feel them, And they&amp;nbsp;will stillMake&amp;nbsp;us weep. &amp;nbsp;Words so profound, Will surely--always&amp;nbsp;abound, As the phrases, And mazes, Of&amp;nbsp;their&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/255221/</link>
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			<title>Screwtape</title>
			<description>I wrote this letter using the same format as C.S. Lewis's &quot;The Screwtape Letters.&quot; If you are unfamiliar with C. S. Lewis and these letters, please read the authors note before reading. It will greatly help you in understanding this piece.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/251315/</link>
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			<title>A True Story ~</title>
			<description>The picture shown here, is my back yard. I knew this man, he was a client of mine for several months. My 16 year old daughter, Sophia, and myself found his crumpled form before the parametics arrived.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/246413/</link>
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			<title>Segment #1</title>
			<description>July 21, 1974: The Accident&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The afternoon was sweltering hot. Momma worked night shifts at the local cannery and worked very hard so that we would have all the things we needed. On this particular day she had yet to sleep and desperately needed rest. She told me and m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/241843/</link>
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			<title>The Miracle That Is Me</title>
			<description>A true story and memoir. 
By: Imogean</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/241835/</link>
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			<title>Closer to Self no Reason to Grieve</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have&amp;nbsp;been living my alone As if it were&amp;nbsp;a lover to be shown &amp;nbsp;In the wake of a lonely day My heart years for a&amp;nbsp;different way. &amp;nbsp;This life that seems so dead Is alive,&amp;nbsp;if only in my head. &amp;nbsp;I breathe in the scent&amp;nbsp;that is&amp;nbsp;now,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/241228/</link>
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			<title>To My Friends In WritersCafe.org ~</title>
			<description>A letter to you...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/239336/</link>
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			<title>The Tides Of Friendship</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With true friendship&amp;nbsp;Just as the tides&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is always there &amp;nbsp;A constant&amp;nbsp;ebbing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;licking and touching at&amp;nbsp;the heart&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In&amp;nbsp;times of strife and violent moments&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;friendship rises to the occas..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/222191/</link>
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			<title>The Diversities Of &amp;quot;Love&amp;quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Love is all heart, yet so very heartless love is compassionate and kind, Loyal and ruthless Love can equal happiness or misery It can be the light that makes all worth while Or a darkness overshadowing all other things Love is impatient yet graceful, It is unrelenting and uncon..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/221543/</link>
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			<title>The Cynical Side Of Me</title>
			<description>While struggling through this life, We have no one who accompany us, We are born alone and die alone; How sorrowful the path of humans. We unlike other animals are conscious With just enough intelligence to question why. I look into the mirror and see middle age, Creeping in to ravag..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/210048/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts and opinions on poetry.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is no right or wrong way to write a poem, unless of course,&amp;nbsp;you are specifically following a format such as a haiku, limerick or senryu--etc...&amp;nbsp;A prose style poem has no less value&amp;nbsp;due to its lack of&amp;nbsp;structure than a more rhythmatic, rhyming o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/207992/</link>
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			<title>A mishap in Writerscafe.org</title>
			<description>I have started a thread in hopes that some of us can talk about the simple &amp;quot;mistake&amp;quot; that turned into a virtual catastrophe in the Cafe. If you click on the link below, it will take you to the group. You do not have to be a group memeber to post in the forum, but should you decide to join,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/206330/</link>
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			<title>~NEVER~</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;NEVER--let anyone's&amp;nbsp;personal views on poetry or writing, sway you from creating. Sometimes, even great minds can be wrong.&amp;nbsp;If it moves you, then keep writing! Not every great poet was born a great poet, some&amp;nbsp;had to evolve with experience.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imogeanharlan/205466/</link>
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