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			<title>3rd Impressions</title>
			<description>An old &quot;flame&quot;, seldom seen, utterly unreliable, but never forgotten...</description>
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			<title>'Twas the Night Before Christmas in the Great Pacific NorthWet</title>
			<description>Just a silly bit I wrote this morning at 3 am. I don't write much humor, but thought I'd give it a try. </description>
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			<title>Two Christmas Poems</title>
			<description>I worked in &quot;Activities&quot; in a Senior Community. At Christmas, I sometimes needed a quick presentation, so I wrote these on the fly. Geared to an elderly audience that needed something 'traditional'. </description>
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			<title>LARKSIGHT</title>
			<description>Summer night, outdoors with friends, candles, stars...</description>
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			<title>A DARK HARD SEASON</title>
			<description>My friend just told me he is sad but doesn't know why.</description>
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			<title>Bonds</title>
			<description>Written in sorrow for my lifelong beloved friend who died alone at the age of 57 years. He is 10 years gone, and I still cannot talk about him.
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			<title>Holding Up My Hands</title>
			<description>Tonight,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; my future smiles at me,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; eyes tilted up and gleaming.She tosses my oldest dreams&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; from hand to hand.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; teasing me with veils and roses.Tonight,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; my lover laughs with me,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; lips tongue-tipped and red.His hands caress my h..</description>
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			<title>Autumnal Equinox</title>
			<description>Just a little thing, several years old, inspired by the season.</description>
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