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		<description>The original writings of author Jeanette Rice</description>
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			<title>Clarity</title>
			<description>I've had  a sudden burstof clarity.It's enlightening and brilliantin the most pathetic sense of the word.Dank and bleak and overdone.That's what I am,and what my writing is,and what everything I do is.I try too hard, and this claritycomes to me now,whispering of little, pearly bubbles of laceand sil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kessikitty/785746/</link>
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			<title>Red Ink Romance</title>
			<description>Snippets and phrasesof passing by crazesof cravings&amp;nbsp;and lust galoreI can't help but thinkit's the fault of the inkbright, boisterous, blubbering, profoundcrying, cursing, sentimental, proudWho would've thought inkcould be so loud?The poet, the writershe trumpets so muchthe mundane, the boringit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kessikitty/785232/</link>
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			<title>Silly Song</title>
			<description>The second in a series of poems designed to go with Bury Me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kessikitty/785009/</link>
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			<title>Coping</title>
			<description>My hands were shaking again. I didn&amp;rsquo;tknow why. I didn&amp;rsquo;t think it was that cold. Curious. I leaned down alittle closer to make sure it wasn't another trick of my imagination.My long hair fell  into my face, clouding everything in shades ofbrown. I tried to lift my hands to push ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kessikitty/783942/</link>
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			<title>Drowning</title>
			<description>	The warm, salty air blew Isabel'swispy brown hair into her face. One of the warm hands on her waistmoved to tuck the hair behind her ears. Isabel smiled nervously atthe boy, who smiled back unenthusiastically. He'd been in deepthought all day. He went straight back to frowning at her, and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kessikitty/783941/</link>
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			<title>Bagel Sandwich</title>
			<description>Bagel sandwich-fresh from the microwave,oozing cheese and butter,picked up bits burning fingerswith their oils and reminding,reminding.Trace the pain of those smallburns to the nervous tap andwhere the pain reminds youof another -burning- pain.Break.Triggered. The pain, the pain,the panic,the vision..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kessikitty/783608/</link>
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			<title>Lying</title>
			<description>Sweet &amp;lsquo;n' Low and summer songStars, wishes, moons, and frogsCroaking, crying, cracks in logsGentle whispers on the seaCarry your smile back to meShudder, shudder we go bounds and leapsfollow auras down the beachPlum juice and lollipopsBubblegum and cherry snapsFeel the rhythm to and froI drown..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kessikitty/783606/</link>
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			<title>Rotten Eggs</title>
			<description>The first in a series of poems designed to go with Bury Me.</description>
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