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		<description>The original writings of author Casey </description>
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			<title>Brotherhood</title>
			<description>My cousin asked me to write this about football. I asked him some questions and put his answers in. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseyhansen/972619/</link>
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			<title>Boys and Toys</title>
			<description>just about some drama :p</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseyhansen/960817/</link>
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			<title>Scars</title>
			<description>Don't be ashamed of your past. It made you who you are today. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseyhansen/921745/</link>
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			<title>Before You Go</title>
			<description>I wrote this for my little sister, but I have not showed it to her yet. My plan is to let her read it on her first day of her sophomore year. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseyhansen/919068/</link>
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			<title>To the Girls</title>
			<description>Yeah, I feel the pain that you feel. Girl or Boy, you are never alone. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseyhansen/909014/</link>
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			<title>A Desire So Great</title>
			<description>I used a bunch of metaphors and simileis to express how much a man loves a woman. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caseyhansen/903045/</link>
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			<title>Keeping the Shame </title>
			<description>This poem is about my studder. If you have one, you will understand. I grew up with it and it has become who I am. </description>
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