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			<title>Serenade me</title>
			<description>I would ask you to serenade meWith your perfectly unsteady&amp;nbsp;voicethat could fill my ears with the sound of what love might beI would ask you to serenade me&amp;nbsp;With words of passion and ecstasy that have such meaning&amp;nbsp;as they make my cheeks as rosy as the blood pumping through my heartwhile..</description>
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			<title>Eyes</title>
			<description>I always believed the eyes to be the window to the soul. When you look into someone's eyes you expect to see something infinitely&amp;nbsp;powerful and amazing.Some peoples eyes are full of curiosity or anger or passion.You expect to see eyes that are full of life because we are, of course, alive.You ex..</description>
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			<title>Thinking of You</title>
			<description>Where light meets the darknessWhere the land meets the oceanAnd where the sun meets the horizon.When day meets nightWhen fire meets iceand when the season change.Where and when these things come true isWhere and when I think of you.</description>
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			<title>Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Lambeth Poisoner </title>
			<description>Sitting in the awning enjoying my afternoon cup of tea was a pleasant way to spend those few hours I had free. Listening to the wonderful sounds of my companions music and watching the scuttle of people about the town. It&amp;rsquo;s been a long while since I first met the great consulting detective and..</description>
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			<title>Rose</title>
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			<title>Pen</title>
			<description>I sit aloneImpulsively&amp;nbsp;clicking a penbecause I need to feel in controlof somethingThe steady beatFills the empty roomWith consistencyAnd puts me into aTrance</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JuliaRoseHof/1978318/</link>
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			<title>Moments </title>
			<description>Have you ever enjoyed a moment or an evening with someone and it goes by in the blink of an eye? Then have you ever tried to stretch those moments into a million so that you can enjoy them forever?</description>
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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>Meeting him wasLike the tide meetingThe sandy shore,Wiping away the old and starting newYet even the new, given time, will become the oldReady to be wiped&amp;nbsp;away</description>
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