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			<title>Growing old</title>
			<description>GROWING OLDold bunny sat with remorse in the snowwondering why one would growafter all that life bestowHe stretched his hands onto a big branch belowthinking about how great life was some years ago, and how alluring his skin would glowEnraptured by the radiance of the snow,he sung ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mbabazistellah/2815103/</link>
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			<title>TO PAIN I MUST ABIDE</title>
			<description>TO PAIN I MUST ABIDEWhen the sun is up to her bestMy hope is to have my scars justified And when darkness arrives in hasteMy hope is to thrust the pain aside But if all that I confide in fail to provide the tide way When I am floating with tide,My zeal becomes stultified And I re..</description>
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			<title>CAGED</title>
			<description>       CAGED Death knocked on my doorIn what seemed like a wraithI wailed in fearSought for grace in every placeYet in my heart I knew I was caged in what seemed like fateThe tunnels of life became dark and strangeI knelt down with a riddled heartAnd pleaded to God not  to let my..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mbabazistellah/2814718/</link>
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			<title>My friend</title>
			<description>             MY FRIENDI know I should love her styleEven if in mud she can't fleeI see her from a mileAnd she seems ready to welcome meOn her breasts we leapBoth the sinners and the saints freeAnd in her chest I will always sleepWe collide with killersOf the future pillarsWe li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mbabazistellah/2814535/</link>
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			<title>WE</title>
			<description>A country where leaders care about their positions more than the people they lead</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mbabazistellah/2814215/</link>
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			<title>FLICKERS OF TIME</title>
			<description>In loving memory of My momma</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mbabazistellah/2814098/</link>
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			<title>IN THE CITY</title>
			<description>The melee and the confusion in the city</description>
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