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			<title>Ommmmmmmmm.</title>
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			<title>&quot;- a cuppa n me -&quot; </title>
			<description>&quot;- a cuppa n me -&quot;Lapsang Souchong&amp;nbsp;two sugars n me,&amp;nbsp;owft on a charabang&amp;nbsp;jaunt to the sea,with pickled egg Mary-&amp;nbsp;her three pekinese,&amp;nbsp;who are hairy quite scary&amp;nbsp;n chopped owft at the knees,</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-Nettleton/920331/</link>
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			<title>&quot;- The Greasy spoon -?</title>
			<description>&quot;- The Greasy spoon -&quot;I wonder if there&amp;rsquo;s canteensin Heaven;with cottage cheese that&amp;rsquo;squite appealinghob nob biscuits&amp;nbsp;n darjeeling -- yeah;Wonder if there's canteens-in heaven;Maybe beans on toast&amp;nbsp;or a Sunday roastis served by God&amp;nbsp;the holy ghost,n his only son is the one-&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-Nettleton/914278/</link>
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			<title>&quot;- Dear Gawd -&quot;</title>
			<description>My cv.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-Nettleton/822105/</link>
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			<title>&quot;- Heroes artists n piss artists -&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;.I've basked on the beach with Beethoven n boogied to his craazzy style, I taught Tarantino to tango,&amp;nbsp; we sat down, chewed the fat for awhile, I've tap danced in Bo jangles shoes sung with Leadbelly blues, never liked Picasso though; the f****r drank all 'o mi booz..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-Nettleton/798803/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Wanna&quot;</title>
			<description>Wanna scoop your marrowwanna peel your teeth, wanna feel you lying bare beneath,savour sweet suckyou-lant meat nfill your whole, make the we - complete.... I wanna dip brown bread in your sharpest tears- I-wanna.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-Nettleton/787838/</link>
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			<title>&quot;- Dancing 'round handbags -&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;- Budleigh salterton -&quot;Dancing 'round handbags in Budleigh Salterton;oiling the hips on ...yesterday's snake.blue rinse Madonna n Fred Astaire wanna;flaming flamingo's ona shimmering lake.Dancing 'round handbags in Budleigh Salterton.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-Nettleton/783977/</link>
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			<title>&quot;- Dave's squeeze -&quot;</title>
			<description>Errrrrrrm; It's a poem.</description>
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