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	<title>PoetryKafe &#187; 2007 &#187; February &#187; 20</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>Don&#8217;t Waste Your Youth in Chasing Colors of Life</title>
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In my life of daily dilemma
     I wonder with a hazy mind,
About how color can come back to life,
     To infiltrate the gray scale melodrama-
Without overdramatic effect
     As if edited by a looser mathematician
Having lost his rainbow shade
 ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/02/20/dont-waste-your-youth-in-chasing-colors-of-life/</link>
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		<title>Stand there boy</title>
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Stand there boy and touch my skin and what do you feel? 
Tell me boy what do you feel?
"I feel nothing but stone cold skin. So clamy and cold,
i'm shocked ma'm that you are even alive, your skin is so cold."

Stand here boy and listen to my voice.
Tell me boy ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/02/20/stand-there-boy/</link>
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		<title>Clock Tick</title>
		<description>I'm listening to the clock tick tock away,

*sigh* went and gone another day.
Another day you weren't here.
or me there.
Another day lost in a day dream of you pulling me near.

Holding me close.
Keeping me tight.
Kissing my lips and giving me that kiss that feels just so right.

I'm listening to the water ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/02/20/clock-tick/</link>
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		<title>Winter Olympics</title>
		<description>Though the snow came down.
As the pond was frozen.
Our skis were waxed.
As our feet were clothin'.
The crowd showed up to win the gold.
But the silver shined on.
As the bronze took hold.
A metal of honor.
We wear at our neck.
Ski board in hand.
So what the heck.
The torch burns bright.
As it travels its ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/02/20/winter-olypics/</link>
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