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	<title>PoetryKafe</title>
	<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com</link>
	<description>Collection of user submitted poetry in categories such as love, emotional, friendship, birthday, war, humorous, wedding and seasonal. New poems added daily.</description>
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		<title>A Guide To Suicide</title>
		<description>
Do what you wish with this,
For it can only be used once. 
Die with it in your hands,
Or leave it in the dust. 

Drain as much blood as you can,
If a slow death is what you wish. 
Take a razor or a knife,
That is one way to end your life. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2008/08/13/a-guide-to-suicide/</link>
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		<title>The Last Day</title>
		<description>She comes to school prepared,
for what may lie ahead.
the texts that they have sent,
have filled her heart with dread.

last night was the prom,
but she was too young to go.
her boyfriend went without her,
she thought he went alone.

the clock was nearing ten,
as she tucked herself in bed.
her phone started buzzing,
the message, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2008/08/13/the-last-day/</link>
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		<title>Your Cocaine, My Blues</title>
		<description>
In the meantime
You have your cocaine
I have my blues

A fate waits
When you need me
I'm always there

A love waits
Like the poems 
About you

You missed the latest 
Poetry slam
It was all for you

So I shuffled back home
All alone
Still wanting you

Listening to the blues
I feel the pain
Like the words I pen

Seems I feel ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2008/08/13/your-cocaine-my-blues/</link>
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		<title>Wild Child</title>
		<description>He sits alone, dreaming,

Oh the excitement, 

fighting,
pirates, cowboys, gangsters,
jumping around, dressing the performance, Good or bad it doesn't matter,

I fit the bill,

cops, vigilantes, bosses, captains,
My place is not to be determined,
for I could do anything, nothing is out of reach,

I am the world,

civil war, ww2, terrorist,
my time is infinite,
the sand ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2008/08/13/wild-child/</link>
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