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			<title>Spring</title>
			<description>My spring is not sobeautiful.The soil that I offeris dry and cracked.It does not welcomethe seeds of regrowth.It leaves little forthe life that still wanders among it.The tender and lushfieldsThat once flourished,Have since long gone.&amp;nbsp;No one has tended..</description>
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			<title>The Villain I Appear to Be </title>
			<description>A poem about how someone else's words become your image to other's ears. </description>
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			<title>Fruits of My Labor</title>
			<description>It's just a form of venting </description>
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