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			<title>When pigs fly </title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ll wrap my arm around your shoulder andhalf stumbling,half grinning, half leaning, half talking,us two wholes chat into our bubble on the way home,and when pigs fly I&amp;rsquo;ll catch one for you,and we&amp;rsquo;ll fly home quicker.</description>
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			<title>Feelings</title>
			<description>I have a spectrum,a palette of coloursfor you to choose,this pink to blush,this brown to bruise.I can tickle a smilefrom under your nose,I can dust off disgust,I can dare to impose.I&amp;rsquo;ll draw you a rainbow,you can tear up the tearsof the blue in the centre,and the re..</description>
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			<title>Dust clouds</title>
			<description>Breathe,and dislodge your effortless galaxy,that flees and clings to menial objectsblushing under their new old disguise.Be careless and slip, and the clouds explode.The world splits into gold, grey and drunkenDarkness that lurches and spins under analready-lowering blanket, a feather ..</description>
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