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			<title>It's Not You, It's Me.</title>
			<description>I know it&amp;rsquo;s not you that I miss, not really,It&amp;rsquo;s my memories, my hopes for me and for you.Only potential and possibility, never mind the probability.I miss how your stories always carried you away,Trying every accent, playing every role.Sparkling eyes as I too got swept up along the way...</description>
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			<title>Two Plastic Chairs</title>
			<description>Whilst walking along a river, I came across a woman sitting alone in her garden.</description>
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			<title>I Cut A Hole in Time&amp;rsquo;s Pocket</title>
			<description>A poem written about a lazy morning spent outside in the sun when I should have been working inside at my desk.</description>
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