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			<title>Your Just Desserts</title>
			<description>I was very angry with someone and had to either hit her or write a poem. I chose the latter.</description>
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			<title>Kalliope's Garden</title>
			<description>I wrote this about my former mother-in-law and the garden that occupied most of her time.</description>
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			<title>Falling</title>
			<description>Some of us were meant to beadmired from afar, like celestial bodies; brilliant sometimes, even dazzling,yet untouched by warmth-solitary showpieces that amuse and delight the massesin a magical display.With oohs and ahhs, they pointand speak their praisein hushed tones,as if ..</description>
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