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			<title>The Hands of a Clock</title>
			<description>What happens when there's no tick or tock in your clock?</description>
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			<title>Four Seasons</title>
			<description>Softly sings the breezeThe springtime has now begunRain is imminent.Fierce sun shines aboveRoaring flame in summer skyRays shining so bright.Green to red to brownChanging are the leaves of fallColours of autumn.Snow creeps from heavenFlakes like sugar descendingIn still winter night.</description>
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			<title>Footsteps in the Snow</title>
			<description>Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house...</description>
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			<title>Dawn</title>
			<description>It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise.</description>
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			<title>Burning Sensation</title>
			<description>Some things give a person a burning sensation. It's a hint. Follow it.</description>
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			<title>Colours</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Perched in solitude atop a wooden crate, the forgotten blonde stared out of the glassless window. Really, he assumed he would be used to it by now, having gone through every year of his childhood without acknowledgment of his birth date, the cri..</description>
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			<title>Shutdown</title>
			<description>A death of lovers.</description>
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			<title>hgjhfhjgfhfdghk</title>
			<description>A beautiful essay for English class, in which I Rick Roll.</description>
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			<title>Daisies</title>
			<description>Even cancer cannot stop love.</description>
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