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      <title>Elite Skills Writing Club: augustcranes</title>
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      <description>The writings and poetry of augustcranes.</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 11:31:28 -0600</pubDate>
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 		<title>mister thomas &amp; miss ceciley</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/165780</link>
         	<description>one day mister thomas and miss ceciley will die.</description>
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 		<title>the porch steps....</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/165749</link>
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A look into the lives of two people who&#039;ve died tragically from smoke inhalation</description>
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 		<title>roman</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/165783</link>
         	<description>metaphoric and imagery are needed in reading.</description>
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 		<title>stone ballerina...</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/165754</link>
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Written as a reply and message for someone who has lost their way. You must look deep within the lines and your lives to understand.</description>
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 		<title>pocket angel</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/165970</link>
         	<description>This was entered into a contest. Not sure what it placed yet. Written in response to this poem: http://allpoetry. com/poem/4504297 [Pocket Angel by Slayer]</description>
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 		<title>as resurrection parts, we do, sigh</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/171154</link>
         	<description>Filled with a quiet sadness nigh to tears,

When tears come fresh from no ungentle spring,

Beside this stream, whose tongue runs faltering,

I watch this graceful fading of the year&#039;s.

                         - Fading Days; O.C. Auringer </description>
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