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			<title>My Brother</title>
			<description>My Brother My dear brother,You are a bully,You&amp;rsquo;re a tyrannical tormentorA Totalitarian TaskmasterA parasite prospering in my pain,And seeking satisfaction in my sorrow.I used to ask why I was your punching bag.Why everyday was a new start to the same warWhy no matter how many times you punched..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnAsher/2023590/</link>
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			<title>Serial Killer for Hire</title>
			<description>Serial Killer for HireThe glaring sun arose from the horizon pouring light into the shadows and awakening me from my slumber. &amp;nbsp;But like a newborn flame, it was snuffed out by clouds and fog.  Cleansing darkness fell from the sky and plunged the world into the shadows. &amp;nbsp;A perfect day, my ga..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnAsher/2017030/</link>
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			<title>I am a Poet</title>
			<description>I am a PoetWhen I was a kid I was chubby, weird, and if I&amp;rsquo;m being honest pretty awkward.And my mind would run so fast it would trip up my tongue,But I&amp;rsquo;ve made peace with that.One thing you might not know about me is, I love poetry.One day in English class I wrote a poem I was really prou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnAsher/2017026/</link>
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			<title>Tales of the Dead</title>
			<description>Tales of the DeadDead Among the DarkWith looming darkness and locked doors, she felt the cold seeping into her bones as the glare of a red stained blade flickered in the distance. &amp;nbsp;The world stood still and the birds fell silent, time froze over and she found it hard to breathe.  Nowhere to run..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnAsher/2017021/</link>
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			<title>Extra Ordinary</title>
			<description>Extra Ordinary I&amp;rsquo;m not short, I&amp;rsquo;m not tall,I&amp;rsquo;m not fat, and I&amp;rsquo;m not skinny.I&amp;rsquo;m not smart, I&amp;rsquo;m not stupid,I don&amp;rsquo;t go with the flow, but I don&amp;rsquo;t fight the current.I&amp;rsquo;m a white, Christian, male.If there was a human default, it would be me.I&amp;rsquo;m s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnAsher/2017019/</link>
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			<title>Frustration</title>
			<description>The agony of being a writer.</description>
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