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		<description>The original writings of author Deidre</description>
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			<title>Where to go to get away?</title>
			<description>The warm breeze brushed my skin gently. Its musical voice whispered asecret in my ear. The palm trees swayed slightly, their leaves rustled softly.The golden sand was warm beneath my feet. The receding tide called me closer.I approached the water slowly, feeling the grains of sand crawl ..</description>
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			<title>An Experience That Can Change a Lifetime</title>
			<description>Class assignment, Start with the sentence &quot;I have experienced various things that have made me feel worthwhile, though I have never felt better than when...&quot; and complete. This is mine. </description>
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			<title>How to Survive Your First Blind Date</title>
			<description>A how-to</description>
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			<title>Off Starbort's bow</title>
			<description>A 9-11 poem I never posted. </description>
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			<title>I am</title>
			<description>A poem about being a teenager, so read up parents. </description>
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			<title>My Drummer</title>
			<description>Inspiration from &quot;The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail&quot;</description>
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			<title>Walking-(One shot (maybe)</title>
			<description>She was walking down the beach; the waves came rolling in on the soft, chalky sand. She gradually knelled down and picked up a handful of the white sand; she sifted it through her elegant white fingers. Her red nails contrasted on the white sand.Her green eyes, moist from crying, looked out ..</description>
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