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			<title>Skinnie Minnie</title>
			<description>humorous urban love tale</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themoor/814288/</link>
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			<title>Take Her!</title>
			<description>lesbian seduction</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themoor/814279/</link>
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			<title>Faith</title>
			<description>A man and a mountain standing there,Staring each other down...Who will be the first to blink?The man stands very steadfast,The mountain stands as it always has.There is no way the man can win, I say to myself,The mountain is much too strong...I think.I have seen this man some time or a..</description>
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			<title>Broken Glass</title>
			<description>I have a fear of lying,And coniving,And contriving,But &amp;nbsp;I got over my fear...In a moment of rage, I wanted to.There are no excuses,But I made up some.How forgiving the imagination can be,To&amp;nbsp;exist only &amp;nbsp;in a&amp;nbsp;shattered dream,Where the mirror was broken,But glass..</description>
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			<title>October</title>
			<description>Now the leaves are falling...Everything seems to be slipping away,Red leaves, orange leaves, brown leaves,Green leaves preen,A peacock struts its tail,Is she waiting for compliments?The blue jay gives her one,She is not jealous, she has colors of her own.Everyone seems to have privat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themoor/813571/</link>
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			<title>A New Library</title>
			<description>I love to read poetry,And behind the doorIs more poetry to read.My first look is from the outside.The expectation will end when I type this in.Then new adventures begin.Now that I'm in the door,You are reading my poetry.Poets are kind souls.They will give most anything a try.You ..</description>
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