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			<title>Meanie</title>
			<description>i lost my dolli got her backi ate my lunchi took a napi hurried homei had a shouti talked too muchwhat&amp;rsquo;s this about?i made the bedi held your handi turned your wishto my commandi shut your eyesi looked awayi buried youwith your bouquet.</description>
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			<title>She said, She said, She said, She said</title>
			<description>She was like an element of surprise,her silhouette glowing in bright spectacles,and everyone wore prominent colors in her honor.beauty&amp;rsquo;s like a blow to the headand she said,time is wasting away,but surely I am not...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Pending</title>
			<description>how did we get to the point where sound is drowned out by clever men in tights?&amp;nbsp;this is not an answerable question.&amp;nbsp;this is the point where women walk aimlessly, laughing at the sound of raindrops on your back,cause you look interesting lying there, dead.how did we find the place where poi..</description>
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