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			<title>The Dream Catcher</title>
			<description>This was an assignment for eleventh grade English. We were supposed to create several people's stories from a certain era as if we had lived it ourselves. Excercises like this are always a really great way for me to let my writing take a life of it's own.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Talie/331734/</link>
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			<title>Born Late</title>
			<description>I think I was born late.Some people say there&amp;rsquo;s no significance to the date.But I think I should&amp;rsquo;ve been born earlier,In a time when hair was big, and curlier.Like when teens went cruisin&amp;rsquo;While others were out boozin&amp;rsquo;.Perhaps I should&amp;rsquo;ve been born when paisl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Talie/331731/</link>
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			<title>Allergies</title>
			<description>Don&amp;rsquo;t allergies just suck?Sneeze, cough, snuck, yuck!What could it be?Mold, pollen, dust, what&amp;rsquo;s wrong with me?I can&amp;rsquo;t smell a flower!Not when pollen has such power!I can&amp;rsquo;t clean my room!That dust will surely make me swoon!And the mold in the attic?Gosh, I&amp;r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Talie/331729/</link>
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			<title>Identity</title>
			<description>A picture from the pastFor memories to last.A sweet smell of flowersBrings memories of feminine powers.A smooth beatMakes me want to move my feet.A symbol of peace swinging from my neck,For violence, I don&amp;rsquo;t give a heck.A smile translates as happy,Laughs suggest I&amp;rsquo;m car..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Talie/331728/</link>
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			<title>Harbor</title>
			<description>Splash!Quick as a flash,Something slippery glides by.Perhaps a chubby fish to fry,Gleaming in the murky salt water.Or maybe it&amp;rsquo;s something darker,Something with sinister eyes and sharp teeth.The thought crosses my mind as I hear an alarming screech.Instantly, I pull my trailing..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Talie/331727/</link>
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			<title>Image</title>
			<description>What&amp;rsquo;s an image?No idea.Why&amp;rsquo;s it needed?It&amp;rsquo;s not.So why is it hot?The &amp;lsquo;cool&amp;rsquo; kids said so.And are they you?&amp;lsquo;Course not. I&amp;rsquo;m me.So believe.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Talie/331726/</link>
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			<title>Mercedes-Benz</title>
			<description>Sunroof down, Wind blowing, Asphalt rolling.Nothing like a summer drive.Mercedes shining,Music pumping,A/C broken.My own personal high</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Talie/331725/</link>
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			<title>City of Sin</title>
			<description>Sun glinting off carsElevators creaking under weighed down touristsThe splash of pools at 5 star resortsGrease and fast food smells oily in the desert airCigarette smoke coiling through plush loungesThe dinging of slot machines and ecstatic winnersThe low rumble of male voices emanates f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Talie/331724/</link>
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