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      <title>Elite Skills Writing Club: Dandan</title>
      <link>http://www.eliteskills.com/u/Dandan</link>
      <description>The writings and poetry of Dandan.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:50:30 -0600</pubDate>
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 		<title>Othello</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/8047</link>
         	<description>The actual title is: This is NOT the Jerry Springer Show: Othello Screenplay. This is an attempt at a script for a modern-day talk show featuring characters from Othello. I wrote this yesterday for an English assignment and we performed it today in class. (I played the role of Desdemona.) Hope you enjoy... thanks for taking the time to read through it. I really appreciate it, as I know it&#039;s a bit long....</description>
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 		<title>Oh Heart</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/28973</link>
         	<description>Oh, but one cannot help but express the feelings of the heart...! </description>
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 		<title>Rosemary is for Remembrance</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/5343</link>
         	<description>I wrote this poem on a unique thought: there are so many people famed for their talents or achievements, and they will - no doubt - be remembered by many [in books, online, in memory, pictures, etc]. But, what happens to those who don&#039;t achieve such fame? I&#039;m sure they are remembered for some time, or even a long period by those most affected by their life, but what happens after their memory dies out? They remain simply as a gravestone in a cemetery, where no one recalls their life, and no one appears to care [for ignorance of the past]...</description>
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 		<title>Death Came</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/5345</link>
         	<description></description>
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 		<title>Look at Me</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/5364</link>
         	<description></description>
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 		<title>This is Me</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/5365</link>
         	<description>This essay explains the thoughts that were running through my head during a time when I was having extreme difficulties with my father: it seemed like nothing was going right. (Written when I was in eighth grade and my father had just remarried and completely changed.) </description>
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 		<title>Tonight</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/5384</link>
         	<description>Simply a collection of thoughts.... </description>
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 		<title>Let the Ink, Like Teardrops, Fall</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/5385</link>
         	<description>Written on a day when all seemed to fail... I found it interesting how I was able to, while feeling so much anger, express myself so calmly....my mind was amazingly clear...</description>
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 		<title>Angels in Disguise</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/5444</link>
         	<description></description>
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