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			<title>A Pen and a Paper's Mourning</title>
			<description>Of Plagiarism and Offensive Criticism </description>
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			<title>Ilex Paraguariensis</title>
			<description>This is a descriptive piece which identifies the herb Yerba Mat&amp;eacute;: a faaiirly common beneficial herb consumed by almost everyone here in my country.
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			<title>I Got Banned!!!!!</title>
			<description>A very sad, odd short story of mine: Why did I get banned on Writer's Cafe recently????!!!!</description>
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			<title>The White-Feathered Crow</title>
			<description>As fear an' love doth both bestow,The gift of one's cold heart, arow..Of leafy Eve and an eye's consent,Through this and that t'was meant to send, A word of thereto in the now of time; A word of love grown down aloft.Aside be cast, that flesh of I. A mud o' morass: subside it by, Dee..</description>
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			<title>Shores Shed the Last Withdraw</title>
			<description>Shores shed the last withdraw,Of waves, ways won abroad.But lost, lean; though lazy-low..Hunting weary lovers in woe.Weak whims shadow the gloomy gale,That underneath the water't rails.Fathoms there, them dark and dead,Breathless they lie, bubbling up ahead;Pure production, of a hear..</description>
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