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			<title>The Key</title>
			<description>I write in secret&amp;nbsp;about my secrets&amp;nbsp;In a manner to most so vague.So the people I've known&amp;nbsp;Won't see how tangled I've grown&amp;nbsp;And treat me as a plague.I think so much and say so little&amp;nbsp;I feel so much and hide that I'm brittle&amp;nbsp;Old habits still left to shed.15 years, a life w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DannyGraves/2064018/</link>
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			<title>Hidden Flower</title>
			<description>Tonight I want to dwell on regrets and pain,As I ride southward from the tower.Day dreams in the early morning rain.All I see is the past,&amp;nbsp;my only connection,&amp;nbsp;the hidden flower.I pass the Pier with the looming wheel,&amp;nbsp;a lonely monument over the sea.As the moon sets over the ocean,&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DannyGraves/2060947/</link>
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			<title>Sunny Blackpool</title>
			<description>Broken homesLights of autumnAlcohol abuse rampantChildren for child supportKnowledge not valuedPeople apatheticObscene cultureOutcasts by the seaLiving, barely.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DannyGraves/1982023/</link>
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			<title>The lover &amp; the tide</title>
			<description>I am cold,&amp;nbsp;with head in handdown in the place I saw her last,under the pier with water and sandwatching the low tide rise,&amp;nbsp;fast.Should I remain&amp;nbsp;and let it be today,or refrain&amp;nbsp;and see what comes tomorrow,for if I choose to lay here and stayit would only pass on more sorrow.So I st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DannyGraves/1979332/</link>
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			<title>First love.</title>
			<description>Your train has arrivedI see you for the first timeMy first and last love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DannyGraves/1976806/</link>
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			<title>Southward</title>
			<description>First attempt at poetry.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DannyGraves/1976796/</link>
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