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			<title>Behemoth</title>
			<description>On a long and lonesome railway, West of the Hudson, you can listen to the wheels a turnin', chompin' at the bit.&amp;nbsp; Feel the earth a rollin', feel it command you with its moanin' sayin' ,&quot;You were never meant to leave that town where life does not begin.&quot; She says, &quot;I'll take you to your ..</description>
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			<title>A Conquest Conquered by Fallacious Fate</title>
			<description>There once was a lady, who in a brown bag kept her baby, and never let  it see the light of day. But once when it rained, when outside both bag  and baby lay; paper dissolved to ash, and pale skin emerged unabashed.  Now, as well as unabashed the paper babe was unashamed, and fought his  way..</description>
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			<title>Crime Of Reason</title>
			<description>One act play - Very short</description>
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			<title>Inadequate </title>
			<description>Slow as turtles are we whom strive to part, yet relive memories instead of creating new ones.Slow as turtles are we to advance in the battles with ourselves.Slow as turtles are we in bidding farewell forever when parting for a moment.Slow as turtles are we.</description>
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			<title>Tribute</title>
			<description>If there ever was a sweeter face,Twould put these words to disgrace.And the life they lead through pen and page,Through mind, body and soul;Would fall from heaven all alone cast from heaven's grace.And though there be sweet dreams all roundAnd many a different sweet scrawling sound,This pen scrawls ..</description>
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