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		<description>The original writings of author Ben Ashelford</description>
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			<title>The Lie</title>
			<description>I am the lie.You told me in the house.The speaker listened and allowed rebuttle.I was in the air.I was to be debated. By the fat cats, not the proles.I am the lie.I was told to protect you.They know that i am not the truth.Yet it is me that is spoken.And shoved down their poor, poor throats.By the c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/1002835/</link>
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			<title>Sheep.</title>
			<description>Put that red light upon your thoughts.For they really aren't your own.Read those magazines that tell you who you are, how to dress, speak, act and love.Change your opinions as the fashion dictates.aimlessly zombie around and ponder not at all.watch the films that stop you from thinking,Or choosing.L..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/1002811/</link>
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			<title>The flood</title>
			<description>Scrutiny across closed circuits.Service providers under pressure to restrict.monies lost or stowed away?copyright beats the right to copy.the innocent are watched.Accidental clicking costs freedom.careless downloading costs lives.hide behind proxies and strange usernames.The restrictions will only t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/1002797/</link>
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			<title>The smokers ode</title>
			<description>ever tried to quit smoking?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/806354/</link>
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			<title>The crimson wearing lady</title>
			<description>A dark poem from inside a dark mind</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/806068/</link>
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			<title>Skin</title>
			<description>too simple i fear</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/806034/</link>
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			<title>The teenage dream</title>
			<description>I'm not really sure where this came from...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/805853/</link>
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			<title>Seed of hate</title>
			<description>Reflection, reflection.What do you see?.Weakness and dirt.Shame upon thee.Mirror, mirror.Eyes and stares.Guilt and horror.Beyond despair.Who's there?Not I, anymore.Washed but still unclean.Defiled!Doctor, doctor.I beg of thee.remove my pain.And memory.Father, Father.You married me.the kingdom awaits..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/805435/</link>
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			<title>The Island</title>
			<description>I solation is an odd thing and many people are affected by it. this is something inspired by a family member.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/805390/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>Blossom first, then devoir.Minutes come, then the hour.Tick tock, don't be late.Quickly rush, then hesitate.Love at first, then the hate.Running slowly, walking bait.Walking backwards, now you're late.Early bird, losing faith.Up all night, sleeping sound.Silent talking, never listens.Feeling numb, p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/805370/</link>
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			<title>A midnight swim</title>
			<description>A tempting dip in a sea of betrayal.Remove your clothes and swim for freedom.Feel the ice cold water fill your very souldriving through the wavesof contempt.douse your mind in bitter, salt water.feel your eyes and mind fall blind.swallow the relentless tide of hopedrowning in a pondof jealousyFloat ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/805366/</link>
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			<title>A winters tale</title>
			<description>	The first flakes of freezing hope.	That fall softly to the ground.	Enjoyed by children far and wide.	But not for he.	You pass him daily, sitting alone.	But can you see him?.	&amp;nbsp;	He once enjoyed the winter time.	The ever changing weather.	It kept him on his..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/804999/</link>
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			<title>Ends</title>
			<description>He walks by himselfalone, unafraidtreading on heart stringsso close to the gravealways so easy to miss sympathywhen termination is occupation to he.&amp;nbsp;He needs no companionno ally nor foehe hasn't the timeinstead he must growallowing himself the occasio..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/798678/</link>
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			<title>1958</title>
			<description>my tribute to the horrific munich air disaster </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jamjars/798671/</link>
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			<title>Beautiful daughter</title>
			<description>a poem written for and inspired by as i'm sure you've guessed my daughter</description>
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