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			<title>It Is What It Is</title>
			<description>It is what it isDon't talk about what it isThat's life just move on&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vanessa-Vargas/888765/</link>
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			<title>I Am From 1-18-2012</title>
			<description>I Am fromI am from parents that migrated from south of the border. &amp;nbsp;I am from eating my mom's homeade tamales, to her freshly made tortillas.&amp;nbsp;I am from sitting at the lunch room tabel with my friends reminiscing about good memories and laughing till our stomachs hurt.&amp;nbsp;Fr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vanessa-Vargas/887685/</link>
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			<title>They (self poem)</title>
			<description>They all say they got love,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Truth is they all hate.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vanessa-Vargas/806663/</link>
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			<title>Kickin' It (sestina)</title>
			<description>We show up to school chillin with our friends.Everyone knows you can&amp;rsquo;t go a day with out music.Walking in the halls with faces of hate.Inside these kids got a heart stuffed with love.I come home from school to my family.I check my facebook see all these people talkin bout their swag..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vanessa-Vargas/806645/</link>
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			<title>School Life (Found Poem #2)</title>
			<description>Walking through the halls of Crook County High.Watching all my friends say hi and pass by.We come into class, watch the clock tick.Hearing the teacher b***h and b***h.On the up side it&amp;rsquo;s Friday! Time to go out.Damn, it&amp;rsquo;s already Sunday. Don&amp;rsquo;t want to think about getting..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vanessa-Vargas/800053/</link>
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			<title>Teen Life (Found Poem)</title>
			<description>Crook County home of the cowboys.Be respectful its good karma.Get ready for college, its right around the corner.Smoke all day. Get decay.Mind if i smoke? Care if i die?Think about your future now, not later.Be the shinning star, others would kill to see you fall.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vanessa-Vargas/800039/</link>
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			<title>Mother Nature#3</title>
			<description>The clouds are brigh blueThe sun is shinning bright As the flowers bloom</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vanessa-Vargas/797279/</link>
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			<title>Mother Nature#2</title>
			<description>The airplanes are loudThe juniper trees are greenI smell the fresh air</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vanessa-Vargas/797273/</link>
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			<title>Mother Nature</title>
			<description>The mountains stay highAs the trees sway through windThe birds fly freely</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vanessa-Vargas/797269/</link>
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