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			<title>Challenges of Parenting</title>
			<description>I was barelegged with you in a field this morning.You couldn't have been a day past five.&amp;nbsp;It was I who helped you navigate the long grass,the dips in the soft, unseen turf,you who found the ripe blackberries,spread across your face like war paint.Or was it your high school?You walked off the gr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/1234968/</link>
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			<title>23:20</title>
			<description>Night owls scavengebreakfast. Or is it lunch?Losttrack 4,015 wrappers ago.Estranged, studded youthshuffle the CD bargain bin likeSunday afternoon gin.&amp;nbsp;No incentive to be satisfied.&amp;nbsp;Career bachelors shop efficiently,selling their GI tracts to the lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/755822/</link>
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			<title>Poetry Contest</title>
			<description>She asked for my fearsbut I shrank from her.She requested tears,I peeled an onion.She asked for my dreams,so I gave&amp;nbsp;someone&amp;rsquo;s.She sought memoriesI&amp;rsquo;ve since forgotten.She wanted the truthso, of course, I lied.When asked for my soul,I offered my heel.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/755818/</link>
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			<title>Writing By Candlelight</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Yourepeated countless times,&amp;ldquo;Turnon the light&amp;rdquo;, you said,&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;llruin your eyes like that&amp;rdquo;andwhile I&amp;rsquo;ll never know whymyeyes rotted in my head,I&amp;rsquo;min your debt for draggingatleast the quandary into the light...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/752288/</link>
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			<title>Christmas Shopping, 1981</title>
			<description>Topush through its heavy doors andstepupon its perfect polished palaceofsquare stone angles and fake fernswasto leave my skin outside on a hooktoflop in the December breeze andbesomeone else briefly, holding downa black bench and staring into the earthtoned,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/751637/</link>
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			<title>Do Over</title>
			<description>Perhapsit&amp;rsquo;s time we sat&amp;nbsp;youand I&amp;nbsp;putthat needless thing sweating your palmdownand bind yourself to a single spot&amp;nbsp;justa moment&amp;nbsp;thinkwhat the odds were thatwewould comprise this somewheresimplyby defining everywhere ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/751604/</link>
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			<title>Perfect</title>
			<description>This, our canopied chachette,aflawless starburst gem cradlingthe perfect momentwe&amp;rsquo;llnever forget, least theumbrellawe didn&amp;rsquo;t bring, poseduponthe yellowing map that slippedourminds, weighed down by the lazy,limp-liddedtabby that rolled in its..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/751569/</link>
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			<title>Tintern Abbey</title>
			<description>The ancient entry is polished dailyby whispering feet and careful tongues.Only whispers live here now.No one profits of the acoustics,as if they fear direct retributionFrom the Holy Mother perched on the West wall.A placid strait of green sweeps before the alter,swirling around jagge..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/743485/</link>
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			<title>The Upgrade</title>
			<description>It was late afternoon , my skull was arid&amp;nbsp;it struck me that I needed a new vehicleto drive my thoughts far enough, fast enoughto the eyes and ears unknowingly awaiting them.A self conscious consumer, I did my homework,took my time, snapping reverse angle picturesof me behind each and every whee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/742677/</link>
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			<title>Keep Your Hat On</title>
			<description>Hold this while I pack&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;or am I unpacking?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/742675/</link>
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			<title>Gare Centrale</title>
			<description>Of all the places you could have been today,you chose here: five centimeters away,your back pinning my right arm flat, yourbriefcase tenderizing my crotch as the cartwitches out of each station, the pennyof my thoughts stretched into copper wire,holding me victim to your wife&amp;rsquo;s p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/742674/</link>
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			<title>Dismal Scientist </title>
			<description>The problem with critiques and their lack of interaction as opposed to observation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/742361/</link>
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			<title>The Beginning</title>
			<description>A worn pad,an overpriced disposable pen,several barely conscious gestures,a deep exhale and you were born.&amp;nbsp;Like a trout pulled from a stream,you stared back, the water frozeand you croaked,&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Now what?&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/742317/</link>
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			<title>Early Bird</title>
			<description>Originally I attempted to publish this on AP but the new site set up basically put it through a blender LOL!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarrylDavis/742316/</link>
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