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			<title>How lucky I am!</title>
			<description>This pathThis one-way pathMy feet have treadedA million stepsToo fastToo hardToo late to knowThe end is closeThis pathThis lonely pathMy eyes have seenA thousand scenesNot one remainsIn memory I claimWhat&amp;rsquo;s there to see?Who&amp;rsquo;s there to meet?This path..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lswchan/2827343/</link>
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			<title>A Comforting Buddy</title>
			<description>A spring-like evening breeze&amp;nbsp;Percolates each empty street&amp;nbsp;With faint voices of angels singing&amp;nbsp;Sound of fiddle accompanying&amp;nbsp;Children's play and gaiety of chase&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eluding us is the child next door&amp;nbsp;Who's been chained to many a chore&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Being born to the wrong f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lswchan/2808647/</link>
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			<title>The Number That Matters Most </title>
			<description>We are not defined by numbers,
but we are too good at quantifying things, including ourselves.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lswchan/2808640/</link>
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			<title>The Mask</title>
			<description>This one is about masks in relationships. It's up to your interpretation too as to what exactly &quot;the mask&quot; is in some complicated relationships...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lswchan/2808637/</link>
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			<title>Last minutes of her journey</title>
			<description>A fragile purple petal&amp;nbsp;Whirling passively in the wind&amp;nbsp;Landed softly on my terrace&amp;nbsp;Lonesome as she seemed&amp;nbsp;I helped her up and rested&amp;nbsp;Her among the thriving shrubs&amp;nbsp;In open arms of her family&amp;nbsp;The last minutes of her journey&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lswchan/2808424/</link>
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			<title>Why cry? </title>
			<description>Why cry?&amp;nbsp;Why hide?&amp;nbsp;All those tears are too dry&amp;nbsp;All those memories you can&amp;rsquo;t hide&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why seek?&amp;nbsp;Why fear?&amp;nbsp;Every problem that&amp;rsquo;s not yours&amp;nbsp;Every opinion that hurts more&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why beg?&amp;nbsp;For pardon that&amp;rsquo;s yours to give&amp;nbsp;For a future that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lswchan/2808423/</link>
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			<title>A Paradise of Sparrows </title>
			<description>I'd like to be a sparrow, if I did have a next life...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lswchan/2808418/</link>
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			<title>Another day has passed</title>
			<description>&quot;The mind runs fast
The heart dwells in the past&quot;
Who's living the present moment?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lswchan/2808417/</link>
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			<title>Single Sock and Single Glove</title>
			<description>a poem about single people</description>
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