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			<title>cruise meeting</title>
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I sat on the port side of the tour ship. Across from me was a woman I had seen before, but could not place her.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steve1958/793263/</link>
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			<title>One rainy day</title>
			<description>when it rains while your driving an open top car, you get wet, so when a young lady offers to dry your clothes well</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steve1958/789531/</link>
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			<title>sometimes</title>
			<description>sad feelings</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steve1958/784995/</link>
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			<title>share my day with me</title>
			<description>just one day in my life, written for contest on another writing site</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steve1958/783929/</link>
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			<title>wishing dreams to come true</title>
			<description>Do you wish some of youir dreams would come true</description>
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			<title>&quot;Don't forget to bring the ducky.&quot;</title>
			<description>bath time fun</description>
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			<title>lamp post 178a</title>
			<description>&amp;lsquo;This is my shop here right on the corner of Lime street and Birch street. It&amp;rsquo;s not much to look at but hey I have free lighting so my customers can see I&amp;rsquo;m open for business. Some day&amp;rsquo;s it is colder than other but I manage. The police have raided me on a number of times, but..</description>
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			<title>dying to be thin</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m not sure where it all began really; all I really remember is that whatever I did I wanted to be the best at it. Well up to about eight I can remember being in a loving home, nothing out of the ordinary. I&amp;rsquo;m told that when I was born my dad was handed to him, and mum was taken in to t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steve1958/762169/</link>
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			<title>few sad songs</title>
			<description>Bette Midler The Rose www.youtube.com/watch?v=oR6okRuOLc8Eva Cassidy Fields of Gold www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnucawyfE8kThe Manhattans Kiss and Say Goodbye www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tj96QFzOL5YWhy these songs? Well, let me tell you a funny story . . . The date was Sunday, March 18th, 2003. On that day,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steve1958/762162/</link>
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			<title>Claire House</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My name is Bethany. And I was waiting to see the Doctor, I keep falling over, and my Mum and dad don&amp;rsquo;t know why. Although Dad was very busy he would always make some time for us. Some times when he read us a bedtime story, he would fall a sleep himself. He was always funny.One day Mum to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steve1958/750770/</link>
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			<title>Never stop looking out of the window</title>
			<description>Never stop looking out of the windowMy name is Bethany and it&amp;rsquo;s March, and I&amp;rsquo;m sitting here looking out the window, It&amp;rsquo;s my nineteen birthday, but I can&amp;rsquo;t shout, I can&amp;rsquo;t even move very well. As I have a rare and incurable terminal illness, which is slowly robbing me of ..</description>
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