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			<title>could that be my destiny after all?</title>
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			<title>the weirdest instrument of all</title>
			<description>I was given a pencil, the weirdest instrument of all, i wondered&amp;nbsp;would i not rather go to the playground and play with my friendswould i not rather go in front of the TV and watch a filmfor the pencil seemed useless, unattractive with its blunt leadand so, i tucked it away in one of m..</description>
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