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			<title>Prairie Gold</title>
			<description>What is in a poem that we don't already know?</description>
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			<title>A Paper Someone</title>
			<description>He once wrote a novel so long and so fruitfulThat he began to forget what it was to be actualA life with the living he could misinterpretSo he stayed to lay alone in his circletIn this book of his he would be sustainedAs immortal as his own artful planeTo be kept afloat by a creation, created by heW..</description>
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			<title>Hollow Bones</title>
			<description>The earth takes a breath, another, then sighs. It holds on to me as tightly as I hold on to it, though it would not have me know that just yet.</description>
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