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	<title>Urban Poet &#187; Bohemian Passion</title>
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		<title>The Old Samovar</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[If the old samovar could speak what tales it would tell
Of dark and snowy nights
When the tea and vodka inflamed the words of revolution
The soft spring nights of young love under the starlight skies
The summers of discontent when the land was flung into war’s turmoil
The chill of autumn when the land settles down to an [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Bridge</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I stood on the bridge
Above the icy water
This was the end
I could go no further
My lover was gone
I have no more to live for
One step, it would be over
Wait my love and I will join you
©  Ceol
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		<title>Intellectual Lover</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Conversations in the darkened room
Holding each other in a fond embrace
I write of lovers’ passions that hold no bounds
But the lover of the mind excites me more
We need no physical passion in our lives
When intellectual excitement satisfies
Come my lover; stimulate me with your mind
Challenging me, enthralling me
We are intellectual lovers and
Our minds know no boundaries
©  [...]]]></description>
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