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			<title>My Heart </title>
			<description>BIg and red it isSoft and one of a kindCarries more than it can holdAlways trying to make more spaceLove is its main purpose&amp;nbsp;But there is always moreEveryone I know and care abouthas a room in it, that they ownAlways keeping the beatSometimes trying to go fastSometimes trying to go slowIt also ..</description>
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			<title>Good Book</title>
			<description>An interesting book is the one I had.Couldn't putit downEven though you talked to me. Ignoring you was wrong.It was mean and irrespectful,but I was on a good part.It was like watching a raelly good movie.You&amp;nbsp; need to know what happens,I am sorry for not listening to you.At..</description>
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			<title>The Japan no-zone</title>
			<description>Leaking nuclear power plantThis was in Tokyo, JapanRestricted was the no-go zonebut now it is allowed for one&amp;nbsp;Towns are completely vacatedFrom an earthquake that devastatedThe Fukushima Dai-ichi plantNow is a whole new brand&amp;nbsp;A twelve-mile zoneTo contamination has gone..</description>
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			<title>When I Danced</title>
			<description>A regional dancer, I wasDifferent culture I dancedLong and red was my skirtAnd white was my shirtMy friends and I dancedIt felt like we were in FranceTwo braids I used to wearBut now I don't even dareLast I would get on my stepsJust like trying to play chestIt was one of the best..</description>
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			<title>Precious Memories</title>
			<description>It was a big shinny dayAnd he was right thereSitting in his chair, I sayLike a big father bear&amp;nbsp;He liked to tease one of themIt was his youngest little girlBoth girls really loved himBecause they were like a pearl&amp;nbsp;He would always ask;&quot;How many eyes do you have?&quot;And w..</description>
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			<title>Wild Animals</title>
			<description>I think the death of wild animals&amp;nbsp;Marks the world where we liveThink about them, and how they areThere was a bird over there, a blue oneNot the one you like, the one I likeThink of all of them aliveThere was one over there, I almost forgot</description>
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			<title>Feelings (Illusion)</title>
			<description>These are complicatedJust like the Troyan warAlways exploring togetherSuch as ColumbusExploring once in a whileJust like a nuclear reactionSometimes changingLike the seasonsAlso comfortingLike the Indian Ocean</description>
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			<title>My Nature (Smile)</title>
			<description>Tough as a rockTall as the skyBig as the sunShines like a starThis is my dadSoft as the cloudsBright as the moonClear as the waterTender as a petalThis is my mom</description>
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			<title>My Sister</title>
			<description>My sister, my best friendAlways there for meTakes the end of the worldFor us to be apartMy sister, my bloodMy friend for lifeWe are such alikeAt night and sunlightThe universe is hugeBut not as much as our friendship &amp;lt;3</description>
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			<title>The Bell Rings</title>
			<description>When the bell ringsIs when the class endsThey gather by the doorThe students of the dayTheir voices lowAnd contagious laughs I hearFootsteps and stomping feetI hear after classThey walk togetherIn silence and making noiseThey are all togetherEven if they don't know itWhen the bell ringsIs when the c..</description>
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			<title>Bio-Poem: Gina</title>
			<description>GinaWhose worst nightmare includesLoosing someone she lovesWho owns books and good memoriesWho listens to anything she wantsWho likes it when people are kind, funny, and honestWho hates it when people are mean and lieWho gags at the thought of bloodGarcia</description>
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