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			<title>A lifetime of something</title>
			<description>Winter white touches heart and mindWith a strange warmth to bindThe memories of days pastWith lives and loves to lastA lifetime...&amp;nbsp;Snow may swirl and freeze the bloodBut not so cold to stop a floodOf tears, brought forth by painThat in the soul shall remainA lifetime...&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Green September</title>
			<description>A song I wrote. I was inspired mainly by the scenery around the Irish Hills in Michigan in the fall and spring time.</description>
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