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			<title>First Dance</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Their first dance as wife and wife.She looks deep into her eyes, seeing the rest of her life. &amp;nbsp;Softly, the music is played as they intertwine hands. The surrounding world begins to melt away, no more pressures or demands. &amp;nbsp;The little girl inside her giggles as she hears h..</description>
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			<title>Gold's Gym</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;One step into the building,I already feel your presence. Awkwardly I pass by, Looking everywhere but in your eye. To look directly at you, Would be blinded by your brilliant essence. The aura that surrounds you, Pure, genuine, true. Briefly, our fingertips touch, As we walk b..</description>
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