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			<title>Vacation in Tucson</title>
			<description>Its rodeo time in Tucson</description>
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			<title>A Journey through time</title>
			<description>Understanding Alzheimer's is tough for most. Instead of trying to understand it and letting the person who has it live with it is a whole different approach into the dream world of dementia.</description>
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			<title>Gone fishing</title>
			<description>Beautiful day 10 Fish 0</description>
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			<title>Sun Down</title>
			<description>life at the end</description>
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			<title>Love at the Dining Room Table</title>
			<description>This story begins with the main character as a grown man. As the story moves from line to line, ends up as a ten-year-old boy telling his story. </description>
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			<title>The Fly</title>
			<description>One day with a fly</description>
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			<title>The dance</title>
			<description>It was another lonely Friday evening. Watching T.V.made Jenny lazy. It does not require putting on make-up and getting dressed. Itdoes not look at you, judge you, or tell you to go out. You just sit andvegetate. &amp;nbsp;It also gets old so she realizedafter much thinking and looking at her..</description>
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			<title>The Kiss</title>
			<description>How do I illustrate a kiss? Onewith passion so rich and everlasting, it can make your head start to spin assoon as your lips come together.&amp;nbsp;It happened to me one night,quite by accident. I did not even see my assailant.&amp;nbsp; I do have an idea as to how it happened but Iwould rather..</description>
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			<title>Hot Flashes</title>
			<description>Lying in bed, it feels like one thousand degrees. The sweatis pouring off me akin to water flowing down a waterfall. When will itstop?&amp;nbsp; About five years ago was the firsttime I felt one of these infernos. I was just sitting, doing nothing butwatching television. Without warning, my ..</description>
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			<title>The Corner Bar</title>
			<description>They are loud and they are drinking.Their thoughts become dark like the clouds when the skythreatens rain.Each person has a name but when the beer is flowing, after knockingback a few, names mean nothing. The salty bitter taste of the drink is what becomes important.While the..</description>
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			<title>Why</title>
			<description>Why do we look at each other and not see who we areWhy do we look at each other and not see what we stand forWhy do we look at each other and not see where we come fromWhy do we choose to hateWhy do we choose to fight and not care?Why do we choose to always see what is not re..</description>
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			<title>Corner Man</title>
			<description>Corner ManHe stands on the cornerYelling out to G-dHis chants are for him and all around to hearHelp me for I am cold and hungry His sign says I will work for food We all passNo one listens Except for the voices in his head He stands on the cornerAlone..</description>
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			<title>Arizona Summer           </title>
			<description>What summer is like  in the Arizona desert</description>
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			<title>The missing audience</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;While giving a heartfelt speech, the speaker decided to stopand listen. He slightly cocked his head to the side, so he could hear out ofhis good ear.&amp;nbsp; Not a sound.&amp;nbsp; Wow was all he could think of, because usuallyhe would hear back-round noise coming from the arena and th..</description>
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			<title>Conversating</title>
			<description>ConversatingWhat does the word conversating mean?&amp;nbsp; I have heard this word a few times. It seemsthat we are starting to get new words added to our language and I personallyfind it amusing. I am trying to increase my vocabulary but I want words thatare intelligent. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I am ..</description>
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			<title>Time in a fraction</title>
			<description>In the beginning, time was only a fraction of asecond long. Every thing was beautiful and as the breeze stirred, the cloudsturned dark. Life began. People became the tortured souls of the earth and madetime move faster. We all move in a direction that is put before us. We can notchange the w..</description>
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			<title>The color of the day</title>
			<description>Today and then later</description>
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