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			<title>Guardian</title>
			<description>Water pulls, and water blowsthe rocks with foam as it erodesthe base of houses built on stonefor little ones evading snow.Winter comes, and winter slowsits advance, cause winter knowsthat a slow charge will surely mowthe little ones evading snow.Wind, it pulls and wind, it blowsa giant rock, a cliff..</description>
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			<title>Lightningbolt</title>
			<description>Children cry throughout the nightas grey clouds fill the sky,and teardrops obscure sight,each child asking why.&amp;nbsp;Why does patience run outlike a child asking whycliffs give her doubtsfor she just wants to fly?&amp;nbsp;Why does kindness cry out&amp;nbsp;li..</description>
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			<title>FirstFruits</title>
			<description>As I wake to reflect a lifeseeking crisp green glory,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It withers in the aftermath&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; failing to tell its story.&amp;nbsp;As I quake from disaster,myself a pool of earthly tears,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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