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			<title>Africa Mine</title>
			<description>The sun cannot set on my beauty.&amp;nbsp; My skin was forged from the deepestbronze.&amp;nbsp; My eyes mined of the purestobsidian.&amp;nbsp; My hair black, thick, andcovers my head like a halo.&amp;nbsp; My soulglows.&amp;nbsp; The ocean moves with the sway ofmy hips.&amp;nbsp; The world turns with the blow..</description>
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			<title>I was asked what soul food mean to me...</title>
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