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		<title>Snapshot, 18th September 2003</title>
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		<description> Sometimes I think the Haiku/senyru form and my Father belong together. His short term memory is so short now that he could not cope with any poem longer. And it is in this tiny form that I can most easily both capture and bear the pain of his aging so cruelly</description>
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		<title>In My Father's House</title>
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