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		<description>The original writings of author Grace</description>
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			<title>Book Study</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He&amp;rsquo;s in the history sectionTaking books off the shelfLooking through the spaceWatching me watching him fromMy gap in the fiction rowThat sits between &amp;ldquo;HeLeft me for another&amp;rdquo; and &amp;ldquo;An infusion of ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2112275/</link>
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			<title>Desire and Forgiveness</title>
			<description>We lay within a nest ofsoftness.A shape, (once dark, onceheavy)Resting, light as gossamer uponmy breastThe fence that stood betweenus Now crushed and like dust, blownaway.&amp;nbsp;My bosom, wet, from the formthatLay whimpering up..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2112152/</link>
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			<title>A Lifestyle</title>
			<description>Yellow lights flickerBetween consciousness and darknessThe clock ticking, always tickingA frozen shadow hangs heavyOver the browDarkness&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Drink the green tea,&amp;rdquo; they urge&amp;ldquo;Drink the green tea!&amp;rdquo;So I drink. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2107429/</link>
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			<title>The Dowager</title>
			<description>Dressed in silk of lavenderPale pink pearls Opera gloves of satin&amp;nbsp;Grey eyes, staringDry as boneLips bereft of colour&amp;nbsp;A faint gasp, heart tremblingLost in dreamToo soon the cold light of dawn.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2106488/</link>
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			<title>The Cossack</title>
			<description>From head to toe in thickestfurThe Cossack urged his leg-wornsteedThrough deepest snow in darkof nightWent this man of Russianbreed.&amp;nbsp;Distressed and furious thewind that nightThat caused the snow to flyin circlesGoading him an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2105250/</link>
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			<title>Amazement</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There&amp;rsquo;s not a day goes by that heDoesn&amp;rsquo;t amaze me.Yesterday he said, &amp;ldquo;I took the taxi home&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Today was even better!He said, &amp;ldquo;I took the last bus home.&amp;rdquo;I sat there dumbfounded&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2105244/</link>
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			<title>On a Mountain</title>
			<description>On a mountain topThe autumn glow of the sunPriest releases prayers.&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; ```All wildlife sleepingPerfume of orange blossomIntoxicated&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2105175/</link>
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			<title>Blind Date</title>
			<description>Blind date at Gino&amp;rsquo;sEyes padlocked, keyed to thefloorTongues lost in silence&amp;nbsp;What he&amp;rsquo;d like to doIs play strip poker with herEver so slowly.&amp;nbsp;She catches his driftTakes out her toastingdenturesGrins he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2103945/</link>
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			<title>Haiku - 3</title>
			<description>The sea</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2103887/</link>
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			<title>He Said</title>
			<description>Such is life so grin and bear it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2103778/</link>
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			<title>The Stairs</title>
			<description>How grief disturbs the mind. 
I've place this under fiction as I couldn't find anything suitable.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2103467/</link>
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			<title>From The Salt I Came</title>
			<description>From the salt I came.In love with its sombre paletteRolled with the rhythm -&amp;nbsp;And swell of the waterListened to the dirges -Of anger when tempestuousWinds grow wildDeafened in the uproarSwayed to its calming lullabies Listened t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacyP/2103266/</link>
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