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			<title>&quot;A Dream Disturbed&quot;</title>
			<description>Sometimes dreams are not reality based.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bayla/2148124/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Mike, tthe Boy Who Should Be Very Sorry&quot;</title>
			<description>I worked many years at a state psychiatric hospital with adolescents who used to argue and fight with peers.  about unfairness, or what they perceived it to be. Many were reading at beginner levels.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bayla/2147105/</link>
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			<title>To My Sister</title>
			<description>My sister brings her political views into every conversation. I agree with many,  but she gets annoyed when I disagree. Life is short, &amp; we are slowly learning upon what to base our love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bayla/2146513/</link>
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			<title>No title</title>
			<description>I thought I submitted this, but it does not appear on my writing list. It comes from experiences of working with kids in a state children's psychiatric hospital. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bayla/2146494/</link>
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			<title>Snippets of My Life</title>
			<description>Not meant to be a poem- purposely disjointed- spontaneously written</description>
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			<description>written to the tune to Don MacLaine's &quot;Vincent&quot;, which was playing in the background as I read it to the &quot;student poets&quot; after I admitted to a girl who had had a meltdown' that  I understood her anger</description>
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