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			<title>We Call Him the Dancing Queen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It's a rare sort of waltz that i think only Dad is capable of doing justice to. Of course, it never has been a solo effort at all; Mom and Uncle Paul expend a fair amount of energy to make everything happen smoothly. Uncle Paul is the only one that really complains about how taxing it is on hi..</description>
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			<title>The Briarclock</title>
			<description>The Briarclock&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The basketball hoop in front of my house was a gift from my neighbors. It doesn&amp;rsquo;t look like much, but the hoop is an artifact more sacred to me than anyone could imagine. It watched me grow. When I was in 7th grad..</description>
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