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		<description>The original writings of author Midnight Baron &amp;#9884;&amp;#65039;</description>
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			<title>Cold Ones</title>
			<description>I do not own picture. Using poetry to come up with story ideas based on whats liked.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2798588/</link>
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			<title>Loves Ember</title>
			<description>Like clumps of coal that is stoke, it sparks.A faint light to brighten in pitch of night.all thanks to you,the one who has sparked loves ember in heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2764104/</link>
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			<title>Sou&amp;#314;s Beat</title>
			<description>There! Can you hear it? Like a drum it plays.Increasing in Tempo as I walk forward into the dark.There! Ever so deafening now! I know not why.Suddenly it is gone. The ashes of the soul sparked.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2763061/</link>
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			<title>Phoenix's Fire</title>
			<description>A prayer from the lips, pure and clear.The plea for the fire of a phoenix so fair.Inner passion burning,new purpose in sight. With eyes blazing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2761127/</link>
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			<title>Tis Christmas</title>
			<description>The Christmas tree bright as ever,presents glowing at its feet. Family together,warm by the fire on this sacred evening.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760805/</link>
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			<title>Union of Odd</title>
			<description>Was listening to &quot;Those who carry on&quot; by Ghost and pals. Got the idea for this, I borrowed the world terms from them but tried making my own form of it since it spoke to me quite a bit. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760760/</link>
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			<title>Footmen's Call</title>
			<description>Do you hear it, the drums of war?Thump, da, thomp. All the way to ears.Banners flaying high.I hear it, and  so join the drums of war.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760693/</link>
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			<title>Tick, tock.</title>
			<description>Tick, tock. There goes the clock.A second goes by, then a minute.Eye watching in patience.Wondering if he is wasting such time.Tick, tock, there goes the clock. Held in the palm by silver chain.Waiting for a promise. A promise of eternal love.Tick, tock. There goes the clock.Many minutes, then an ho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760684/</link>
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			<title>The Call</title>
			<description>A call from the heart, how painful it is.Never again will I tread the paved roads.Here and now I answer,Marching away, to the cry of true love!March, march on! Not single bright rose.A call from the heart, a soft voice cries out.March, for it is the only way,to bring the fragile peace, back to heart..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760433/</link>
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			<title>Just Cause </title>
			<description>I would march through the black, just for you.Sword of scarlet in hand, for you are worth it.Scars will accrue, but the price matter not, just please wait.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760147/</link>
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			<title>My Promise</title>
			<description>&quot;No matter what&quot;, was what I said.A promise of a committed heart, so young were we.Even if the sky were to fall, and all were sad.No matter what we would just breathe.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760145/</link>
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			<title>Odd</title>
			<description>Born in innocence, a bright future so promising. Growing and learning, in a world so large. Oh how great it was, for I am now breaking.Shadows clutter around me, whispering and mocking.Asking why I do not join them, ever so baying.A disease of the mind  ever sickening,blindly holding.They run, dance..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760067/</link>
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			<title>Love in waiting</title>
			<description>In the street of lunar crimson, I wait for you.Long for I have waited, a partner like no other.Moon dipping low, my fear coming slow.Once again my love is shadowed, by the pangs of being alone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760023/</link>
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			<title>Fleeting Thoughts</title>
			<description>For &quot;Death becomes us&quot; contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760015/</link>
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			<title>Pondering in Winter</title>
			<description>Exploring Romance poetry</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2760007/</link>
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			<title>Scribes Fret</title>
			<description>A Horatian Ode.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2759976/</link>
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			<title>True Power</title>
			<description>First attempt at poetry. Tried starting with Tankas. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2759941/</link>
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			<title>Worth the Buck</title>
			<description>A &amp;#12463;&amp;#12521;&amp;#12473;&amp;#12391;&amp;#22320;&amp;#29508; (Hell With Class) Story. Short Story 1. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arthurtucker/2759911/</link>
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