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			<title>Women and Football...How I love Thee!!</title>
			<description>Women &amp;amp; Football!!!!Both are synonymous with &amp;ldquo;Oh Hell Ya!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; If you look up &amp;ldquo;Awesome&amp;rdquo; in a thesaurus, theglorious duo will be before you.&amp;nbsp; I don&amp;rsquo;teven know where to begin.&amp;nbsp; My head isswimming with what to say first!I shall start with Foot..</description>
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			<title>The Music Stopped</title>
			<description>I can&amp;rsquo;t even remember when it happened.&amp;nbsp; Like so many beautiful things in myridiculously self loathing life that get snuffed out.&amp;nbsp; I keep searching for the magical wardrobethat will bring me back to my own version of Narnia, where I am Aslan in my ownmind...but appear as Mr. Tu..</description>
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			<title>Solitudes</title>
			<description>Long flowing blades of grass that flow with the wind like a natural orchestrathey speak volumes to me as if it were a poetic masterpiece.stories of life are spoken through these subtle movementsgoing on as life does whether I watch them or not.That babbling brook that is slightly irritating to liste..</description>
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