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			<title>The Long Way</title>
			<description>The Long Way &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hewoke up late. The first day of school, and James was already late. In a frenzy,he threw off the covers and grabbed the closest shorts he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevetsnivram/1612199/</link>
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			<title>Poet with A Choice</title>
			<description>Should I leave my pencil aloneBecause that's what I have been toldLeave my muse for emotion?That's my audience's notion.What's a singer without an audience?An off-tune babbling fool that&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;like silence.What's a writer without a reader?He's as useless as a great army without a leader...</description>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>When I wake up, I wish my dreams were realBecause in them everyone can feelyour pain and&amp;nbsp;emotion&amp;nbsp;ad fearIn a dream, you know when your end is near.When I wake up to this placethat we dare to call home, and everyone wears that fake happy faceEverything seems so fakeSo,&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;why ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 Into the Woods</title>
			<description>					September 8 1978The&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;noise of the wind whistling in the trees brings me back to it&amp;nbsp;every time. I can only see the&amp;nbsp;mediocre&amp;nbsp;trees from my cell window, poor looking and underfed. I hear the screaming of tortured inmates, as the guards look for answers. I wonder w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevetsnivram/772405/</link>
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			<title>Trapped</title>
			<description>A young boy hunted down for his father's last gift to him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevetsnivram/772399/</link>
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			<title>Wisdom Wealth, and Waves.</title>
			<description>The sun was descending and its gaze met the face of a slender, tan 13 year old boy, sprinting towards the horizon. Police officers hurry toward, as the scene gets darker and darker. The boy has cramps running up and down his body, and is on the verge of giving up the chase and being taken by the pol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevetsnivram/771929/</link>
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			<title>Waking To A Clouded Sky</title>
			<description>Poem</description>
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			<title>Not A Soul</title>
			<description>Poetry About the Tales of A Young Person.</description>
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