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			<title>The Poet&amp;rsquo;s House</title>
			<description>At the edge of reasonInside the poet&amp;rsquo;s house,There lies a walnut writing deskWith dusty books upon its shelf.&amp;nbsp;Through the dreary window of his soulHe feels the maddening wind,The trees that bend and breakThe leaves of paper fall in his bin.&amp;nbsp;The wind whispers as it wandersAs i..</description>
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			<title>Words</title>
			<description>These may just seem,Like words on a page.Ink firmly pressed down,Yet flowing like my life.&amp;nbsp;This may just seem,Like an ordinary poem.With not much to say,Yet it begins and ends with words.&amp;nbsp;Words cut deep,Like a knife through melting butter.Words&amp;nbsp;spread far too thin,Like not qui..</description>
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