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	<description>No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. It&#039;s Just One Planet. But There Are Many Stories. </description>
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		<title>Breaking Even</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Right away he started waving the gun around and hollering about his wife, how she was no good, he never should have trusted her, he loved her, his best friend Ronnie was a no good bastard, the cops are probably looking for him, it was all over, he was gonna kill Ronnie and anybody who got in his way.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Getting Here</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Afternoons in a well-worn wooden chair at the Allentown, Pennsylvania Public Library reading Dr. Seuss register as happy memories in an otherwise chaotic early childhood. Reading and writing felt as natural and welcome to me as running wild on the playground.]]></description>
		
		
		
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