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			<title>&amp;ldquo;Inside beyond the Cataclysm of Dementia&amp;rdquo;</title>
			<description>How by what way did Iget here?        It was after the diagnoses of one man&amp;rsquo;s on-set conditionthat he cried with inward tears because he couldn&amp;rsquo;t for the life ofhim understand; why him?    Told by his attending physician, that one of the symptomsof his particu..</description>
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			<title>Seven little colored girls who should&amp;rsquo;ve been born boys&amp;#8198; &amp;#8198; &amp;#8198; &amp;#8198; &amp;#8198; &amp;#8198; &amp;#8198;</title>
			<description> &amp;#8198; &amp;#8198; &amp;#8198; &amp;#8198; Theylaughed, cried, loved, and hated just like men; especially at a timewhen each other was all that we as a black race had to rely-on. Andjust like the black man, so also did the black woman shed her blood,sweat and tears to help build this country into th..</description>
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			<title>   &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll Fly Away&amp;rdquo;</title>
			<description>From the book the last braincell</description>
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			<title>     Why did you die when I killed you?     (The Jeffery Asbury story)</title>
			<description>It was then after viciously beating his estranged wife to deathinside the Fox Lake police department, did he then proceeded to leavethe police station stained and covered in her blood that was now allover his hands and clothing. Now somewhat disoriented, he would laterstate that how he had..</description>
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			<title>Why did you die when I killed you?              (The Jeffery Asbury Story)</title>
			<description>To which she began her report by stating once again, that how a womanwas murdered inside of an empty fox lake police department, and likeall breaking news stories, the details for the moment were a bitsketchy, but thanks in part to the illuminated red blaring of theevening sun that descend..</description>
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			<title>      Why did you die when I killed you?               (The Jeffery Asbury story)</title>
			<description>    There I was in a pod cell waiting to be transferred to a prisoncell, where never it in a million years would I have ever guessedthat one day at fifty years old that I&amp;rsquo;d be housed alongside someof the state&amp;rsquo;s most notorious murderers, killers, rapist andthieves (on all level..</description>
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			<title>    Why did you die when I killed you?              (The Jeffery Asbury story)</title>
			<description>     It was a spine-tingling murder that occurred within asmall Wisconsin community; where for some of its local residents itwas said to be a crime of passion; one that simply escalated out ofcontrol. But it was the louder voices ofthe general public that cried-out for justice saying, that..</description>
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			<title>  just another lonely Man </title>
			<description> Ireside in a world filled with millions upon billions of people whocome from all different cultures, races, and walks of life; bringingwith them their own religious beliefs, moral agendas, and politicalaffiliations. Andit&amp;rsquo;s this accountabilityof one&amp;rsquo;s self that sets us all..</description>
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			<title>Say no more</title>
			<description>Whatmore can a man in-love possibly say that hasn&amp;rsquo;t already been said,written, or expressed by hundreds upon thousands of other lovers,poets and writers of words and songs alike, down throughout all theages of time, especially when it comes to a man expressing his owninnermost deep..</description>
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			<title> A certain way</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;vealways been a firm believer in the premise that when a person growsup a certain way, that they more than likely will end-up living theirlives a certain way, and when they get use to living their lives acertain way, they also get used to things in their lives being acertain way,..</description>
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			<title>the power of wind</title>
			<description>Iswear on beefsteak and gravy it hit me like a swift punch in the gutwhen I first saw her standing there. She had all the ear-makings ofan Angel. A woman who I could even see myself down on my kneesworshiping the grounds that she walked-on.                                              ..</description>
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			<title> There&amp;rsquo;s a Mouse in my House</title>
			<description>Oneday while I was sitting back watching television in my house I seethis mouse going across the middle of the floor, but then it stoppedin its tracks stood up on its hind legs as if it was trying to saysomething to me, but then it went on its way. Ohhell knaw was my first initial ..</description>
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			<title>   Nothing from Nothing Leaves Nothing</title>
			<description>Iain't got nothing and I never had nothing, and as far as chances inlife goes I&amp;rsquo;ll probably never amount to nothing. I have nothing todo with love and love certainly has nothing to do with me. I ain&amp;rsquo;tgot nothing to give and ain&amp;rsquo;t nobody giving me nothing. There&amp;rsquo;sn..</description>
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			<title>    &amp;ldquo;My friend Gary&amp;rdquo;      </title>
			<description>    Nobodyhas more of an enthusiasm for saying good morning then my friendGary, a person who I came to befriend while living at the guesshouse. &amp;ldquo;Hey!,Good-Morning,  you OK,&amp;rdquo; he says loudly above a lion's roar, as hewaves his hand in the air on his way to his morning cup..</description>
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			<title>   As you make your way thru life</title>
			<description>  Someof the things that you may see, hear, or either read about as youmake your way in life, you may like, agree-with, or even at timesaccept it as being quite charming, but on the other hand on the sameside of that equation, you may see, hear, and even read about thesesame things, but ..</description>
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			<title>   Understanding      </title>
			<description>Youcan never understand hurt, if you've never been in pain,                                                    youcan never understand sorrow, if you&amp;rsquo;ve never had to grief,youcan never understand happiness, if you've never been sad,youcan never understand love, if you..</description>
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			<title>   &amp;ldquo;Who I Am Is Who I Am&amp;rdquo;</title>
			<description>   &quot;Inever ever in my wildest imagination, ever envisioned myself becominga writer, let alone a prison-writer, but nevertheless, there I was inprison, and writing.     Ittook me years of denying the endless possibilities of what I could&amp;rsquo;veaccomplished in life, as well as who ..</description>
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			<title>  You&amp;rsquo;d never guess</title>
			<description>     Ifyou so-ever happen to see this unknown older gentleman just standingthere, upside of a small structured building on 13thand vliet st. minding his own business; you&amp;rsquo;d never guess that hewas born unto a loving and caring mother, who had no idea at thattime that she was 4 years..</description>
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			<title> &amp;#8198; &amp;#8198;  He Took the Checkered Flag</title>
			<description>From the book Insane, Stupid, and Unbelievable. (Part I)</description>
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			<title>touche turtle</title>
			<description>Fron the book Insane, stupid and unbelievable. (Part IV) </description>
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			<title> The Humbug</title>
			<description>From the book Insane, stupid and unbelievable. (Part IV) </description>
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			<title>Sewed-up and locked down</title>
			<description>From the book Insane, stupid, and unbelievable. (Part III)&amp;#8198; </description>
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			<title> I heard it through the fiber optic grape vine</title>
			<description>From the book&amp;#8198; Insane, stupid, and unbelievable. (Part II)</description>
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			<title>The red hot fire fighter</title>
			<description>A  disillutioned fire fighter finds God inside of a burning building</description>
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			<title>So you say you like to write</title>
			<description>The doe's and don'ts of writing</description>
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			<title>   So What Cha Sayin  </title>
			<description>From the book Tales from the hood</description>
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			<title> The Goddess of Social Graces </title>
			<description>From the book Tales from the hood</description>
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			<title>Today in the Hood</title>
			<description>From the book Tales from the hood</description>
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			<title> An old clique an adage, and what somebody else said      </title>
			<description>From the book Tales in the hood</description>
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			<title>Homelessness                                                                                        </title>
			<description>From the book Tales in the hood</description>
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			<title>Advice on how to give good head</title>
			<description>From the book Tales in the hood</description>
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			<title> Don&amp;rsquo;t Let Me Die with Chapped Lips</title>
			<description>From the book Tales in the hood</description>
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			<title>  A Lonely story  </title>
			<description>From the book Tales from the hood</description>
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			<title>    Understanding         </title>
			<description>From the book Tales in the hood</description>
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			<title>&amp;ldquo;Girl You Ain&amp;rsquo;t Got No Man&amp;rdquo;  </title>
			<description>From the book Tales in the hood</description>
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			<title> Damned man if you do and damned man if you don&amp;rsquo;t</title>
			<description>From the book Tales from the hood by Ann A. Myta</description>
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