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			<title>One Christian Shy of Islam </title>
			<description>I'm alone but many surround me. I&amp;rsquo;ve been left behind to fightoff the demons and depression passed down from generations before. At thisrate, I must ask myself where will this lead me? I have no answer. I'm just alost soul full of fear. Maybe I should pray a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1229002/</link>
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			<title>New Amsterdam</title>
			<description>Just one night....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1217021/</link>
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			<title>Psychotic Gallery</title>
			<description>As I placed one foot in front of the other,  I couldn't help but entertain the chill of the night air. Unfortunately just hours before, I received a reminder that life could be colder. Why else would I have been out walking past my bedtime with bad intentions. Allowing my anger to navigate me to my ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1216957/</link>
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			<title>Mozella</title>
			<description>Who would have thought a spit cup and a raggedy green jacket could accompany so much wisdom.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1162781/</link>
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			<title>A Blind Quest For Love</title>
			<description>Where to do I look. Where will I find her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1144468/</link>
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			<title>Talk Some Sense Into Him</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Where you goin? It's 3 in the mornin.Is that my gun you got there? (Pause) Boy sit yo a*s down and I mean right now.Put my Gun on the table...(pause)...Maurice, I'm tellin you, if I have to comeover there you gone hate I did so I suggest you do as I told you. I can'tbelieve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1134035/</link>
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			<title>Monologues of Laughter</title>
			<description>Awkward/Sarcastic Funny &amp;nbsp;Excuse me sir. I hate to bother youbut you look very ugly...I meant familiar. I just can't put my finger on whereI may know you from. Hmm, maybe you just remind me of someone. I highly doubt Iwould have come across an executive like yourself outside of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1134033/</link>
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			<title>Monologues</title>
			<description>Monologues written by myself using 4 different scenarios </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1118065/</link>
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			<title>Tragedy's 7th on The 14th</title>
			<description>In 2012 we as a Nation experienced seven tragic events. Here's Tragedy's story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1098687/</link>
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			<title>Food For Thought</title>
			<description>Once chained by chains, now chained by choice.Poverty feeds on weakness and starves from inner thrive.Our single mothers offspring keeps the graveyards fertile.We denied the highest source to accept governance from our fellow men.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1069714/</link>
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			<title>Sensual Keys</title>
			<description>Come with me. Allow me to take you onone lustful ride. Lustful but you can trust only you and I will harmonizetonight. The way I envision you as you rest ever so delicately in my nest,gives me chills from my neck, surpassing my ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1051782/</link>
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			<title>California Nightmares From Concentrate</title>
			<description>Home invasions are real. The victims involved aren't able to speak up, therefore I must do it for them...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/1012488/</link>
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			<title>In Bed With Devil &quot;Satanae&quot;</title>
			<description>Be aware of the company you keep. Read closely.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/987188/</link>
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			<title>My Angel's infected</title>
			<description>Evil attempts to wife good...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/949243/</link>
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			<title>F**k Thursday </title>
			<description>Venting</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/896380/</link>
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			<title>Prostitute Turned Death's Wife</title>
			<description>Preview of a big project</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/888140/</link>
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			<title>As Told by An Addict</title>
			<description>Hiding behind a substance just may be the solution...At least that's what he said.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/845899/</link>
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			<title>Tune In</title>
			<description>Keep your mind open and your eyes closed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/821085/</link>
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			<title>Lust by the Fluid Ounce</title>
			<description>The sad reality </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/796545/</link>
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			<title>Saturday Mornings</title>
			<description>This gives some insight on a childhood that will forever be embedded into my soul.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/787196/</link>
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			<title>Me The Rubik's Cube</title>
			<description>This a piece that I created to describe who I am as a individual.  I incorporated different passions in the place of a Rubiks Cube's colors. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/785462/</link>
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			<title>No Reply No Call</title>
			<description>Beautiful she was. Beauty would have taken one look at her andfelt self-conscious. Blinded by her cutlery like qualities as I began my mentalpreparation to make her my very own. For those who just experienced a&quot;g-5&quot; moment from that last comment, the term cutl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/784769/</link>
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			<title>The Singing Heart</title>
			<description>As his heart once beat, the rhythm gave off an abnormal melody. His heart sung a song that would have given the least affectionate woman goosebumps. Offering the leading solo to an old rusty guitar. Plucked by hands that were filled with wrinkles and sweat. Each note cried out to his listeners. Sadl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/783590/</link>
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			<title>Chained By Choice</title>
			<description>Once upon a time shackled and chained. A typical lifestyle of the cocoa colored race. For them, living was just as bitter as the taste of their complexion. Forcing them to make an oath under the lord himself &quot;If you free our race from these chains, we will conduct ourselves as free men and women, no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/783588/</link>
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			<title>Sentenced to Death</title>
			<description>The hour has arrived...As my steps echo throughout the dark hallway, I notice no &quot;thank you&quot; picket signs. All I can recognize is the chanting voices mixed with both congratulations and hatred...Before this very hour, my pleasant thoughts stuck by my side as my one and only companion...Now they have..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/783579/</link>
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			<title>9 Months</title>
			<description>Pain keep flowing through me...Oh how I need you so. The more you harm me the more swiftly my pen begins to venture across the page. Our relationship is oh so rocky, but without you I'm just as empty as the minds of the lost and the stomachs of the homless. I remeber the day you walked into my life...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/783578/</link>
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			<title>om3M 3hT </title>
			<description>Out of your ignorance I am currently quilting a lavish mink...A mink that shall last me through this blizzard, showering me with hell's stones for a eternity. What projects from your vocals seems every bit of hollow...deceiving  on the outside, but lacks feeling internally. Obviously the objective i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/783577/</link>
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			<title>Dear Cindy 2</title>
			<description>Cindy my heart has arrived at the appropriate address why aren't you waiting?? I understand suspense all to well, but waiting for this verdict has caused an unbearable sweating sensation...I know at this point it's either a do or die. Cindy you must realize I'm willing to pay my debts to you...If yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/783576/</link>
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			<title>Dear Cindy</title>
			<description>Dear: Cindy I really want you to know that I have an eye on you...Notice I said an eye; if I tag my other eye along for this breath taking ride, I will be permanently locked in this tunnel of love...With only one exit; the exit leading to your heart...I know this sounds oh so sweet, but Cindy I must..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/783574/</link>
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			<title>Living In A Brown Paper Bag</title>
			<description>Those dirty old hands tightly secured his best bottle of malt yet...known for sitting comfortably on his a*s while flipping through his mental play list, having the same ole outdated ways on repeat. A life itself was something of the past, for he was just as hollow as the heart of a black panther sp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/783572/</link>
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			<title>Ms. Ghetto Save A Child</title>
			<description>Pull out the corn, don't forget the canned beans.&amp;nbsp;Poor little child, was mothered by a crack feign.&amp;nbsp;So you know what that means? Her stomach stays growling.Her shoes extra dirty and her hair could use styling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Ms. Ghetto Save Em&quot;, come get this baby please.&amp;nbsp;I h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/783571/</link>
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			<title>From The Inside Thinking Out</title>
			<description>Witnessing beautiful waters reflecting upon open skies...Reveals hope. This is the worlds way of declaring to me that it has not been completely consumed nor contaminated. It allows the chilling glass of denial to slide down the throat oh so smooth, while keeping you blind to the fact that everyone ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmccoy/783562/</link>
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