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		<description>The original writings of author Cheryl</description>
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			<title>Dress</title>
			<description>A descriptive, simple poem.</description>
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			<title>Like a Violin</title>
			<description>A little flash fiction I wrote spontaneously one evening.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChurlBuddeh/866194/</link>
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			<title>The Last Laugh</title>
			<description>An anonymous morning 'roll in the hay' between two lovers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChurlBuddeh/765992/</link>
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			<title>Finding Family</title>
			<description>When Dalton gets lost in the airport, he finds more than what he first thinks.</description>
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			<title>Before Bed</title>
			<description>A blurbie I actually wrote from the gut of my brain a day or two ago about a boy named Lamar and his unexpected encounter as he prepares for bed.</description>
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			<title>To Vent</title>
			<description>A blurbie. 
I often write poetry, for whatever reason, when I'm angry. 
And here, of course, is the result.</description>
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