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			<title>EVENING</title>
			<description>Almost the last poem in my book DEAD PEOPLE ON HOLIDAY, and I suppose a sort of epitaph. Even in a godless universe and an ephemeral life there can still be joy and enduring worth.</description>
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			<title>DAY &amp; NIGHT</title>
			<description>This is my signature poem, almost - my self-portrait in poetry. From my book DEAD PEOPLE ON HOLIDAY (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dead-People-Holiday-Stephen-Jackson/dp/1450039685/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1)</description>
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