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			<title>Cold Coffee</title>
			<description>Cold coffee,Paper cup,Sitting,Forgotten,Watching me,Tap, tap, tap,The keyboard,Ball point,Between my teeth,Glasses,On the tip of my nose,Finally, picked upSipped,Scowl at the coldness,Put down,Forgotten again&amp;hellip;.</description>
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			<title>The Lunch Date </title>
			<description>Originally published in my book The Greatest Story Never Written and Others </description>
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			<title>Where Lullabies Die</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve been down Where lullabies dieTeddy bears go feral,And good night kisses burn.Darkness interwoven With screams and cursesAnd breaking glassStinking from Pall mall cigarettes and vodka Childhood frayed at the edges, eaten by moths, Full of holes letting i..</description>
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			<title>The Last of the Rain</title>
			<description>The last of the rain slinked off,Quite embarrassed At the mess it had madeOf the skyCrumbs of thunder And shards of lightningScattered about Like remnants of a tantrum</description>
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