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			<title>The Stranger</title>
			<description>A stranger in the street, that&amp;rsquo;s who you were.&amp;nbsp;Walking day by day, hour by hour,Not knowing your smile could have an impact.&amp;nbsp;But seeing a smile, your smile, can make any ones&amp;rsquo; day much better.&amp;nbsp;The five little wrinkles,Rising under your cheeks.The freckles,Leaving the immea..</description>
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			<title>Intertwined faits </title>
			<description>This poem is about my biological mother. My message with this poem is that, she might not have meant any harm to me, but harm was inflicted. </description>
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