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			<title>The Road and The Tree</title>
			<description>The winding roadThe falling leavesWith the trees go so farThe roads that never end.The road and the tree,may be differentbut the same all togetherOnly those who put the pieces togetherAnd understand how they meet.</description>
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			<title>In The Banks Covered by Snow</title>
			<description>Snow</description>
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			<title>The Locket, Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Young girl finds out shes a fairy</description>
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			<title>The Locket, Chapter One</title>
			<description>If you like it let me know so I can put the next chapter on.
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			<title>The Day Dreamer</title>
			<description>We all have a dream.</description>
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			<title>My What If.</title>
			<description>I was having a bad day when I made this.</description>
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			<title>Butterflies</title>
			<description>Small but graceful,colourful but smart,from something we all hate to something stunning,fluttering through flowers,they come in many colours,some in orange even green,fling, fling, fling to a different place,but always comes back,only when it's warm again,they are butterflies.</description>
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			<title>The story behind Rumlestiltskin</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Out in the high mountains at the end of the forest, there is a little house, and living in this house was a little man and his wife. The little man and his wife coundn't have a child of their own. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So one day him and his wife were picking berries outside there ho..</description>
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