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			<title>The Dancer and the Poet (Satis Shroff)</title>
			<description>THE DANCER AND THE POET (Satis Shroff)THE DANCER AND THE POETThere she is a blonde Flamenco dancer,From a family that was long dysfunctional.The poet says: &amp;lsquo;Dance, my dear to the rhythmOf the guitar and my lyrics.&amp;rsquo;She pushes her feet to perform the fiery rhythms,She dances in a trance,Li..</description>
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			<title>Chirps in my Garden: Satis Shroff</title>
			<description>Wer den Dichter will verstehenMu&amp;szlig; in Dichters Lande gehen.- Goethe&amp;nbsp;CHIRPS INMY GARDEN (Satis Shroff)Ach, To lie in bedAnd listen tothe birds sing.I peer at thepine trees above,Heavily ladenwith fluffy snow,Like sentinelsof the Black Forest..</description>
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			<title>A Train Journey: Satis Shroff</title>
			<description>Wer den Dichter will verstehenMu&amp;szlig; in Dichters Lande gehen.- Goethe&amp;nbsp;A TRAIN JOURNEY (Satis Shroff)A screaming train,Billowing smoke and sparks,As it reaches Ghoom hill,Descends to DarjeelingLooping its way to lessen its speed.What unfurls is a memorable Berg..</description>
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			<title>The Dance of the Birch Trees: Satis Shroff</title>
			<description>Wer den Dichter will verstehenMu&amp;szlig; in Dichters Lande gehen.- Goethe&amp;nbsp;THE DANCE OF THE BIRCH TREES(Satis Shroff)The naked white birch treesStand close to each other,Waiting for the musicOf the Dreisam Valley windTo begin.&amp;nbsp;A gust comes,Followed by ..</description>
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