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	<title>PoetryKafe &#187; 2007 &#187; February &#187; 02</title>
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	<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>Born Yesterday</title>
		<description>Man's consciousness is like a shock -
a speck of gold in solid rock,
though man, transtemporal is prajna,
minute within a massive strata ;
its relativity I guess
though time not sensed is timelessness ?
Eternity ? Try cloudless sky -
fossils in the rock dont lie ?
Born yesterday ? Can we deny ?

Poem by Roy ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/02/02/born-yesterday/</link>
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		<title>The Special Place</title>
		<description>Lets go to that place in my mind

Where hatred is never hard to find

So solemn and broken, bitter and cold

Where pain is so real, its something you hold.

Watch the tears roll down my cheek.

This ball in my throat means I can’t speak.

Everything’s wrapped in this vile decay

But my scent will ...</description>
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