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			<title>The Who (hoo) in Life</title>
			<description> From book &quot;Who Is It&quot;- Desiree Noonan</description>
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			<title>Rebellious Attempts</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If rebellion was a worn, red streak of lipstick....&amp;nbsp;that dashed like a horse that had no fear...&amp;nbsp;I would take my comb,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;brushing its long mane,&amp;nbsp;and ride that gallant horse wherever its bold gallops&amp;nbsp;would go</description>
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			<title>Children's Fall Kisses</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I watch my children playing in safe leaves full of harvest and bounty.... It brings my heart peace, and natures gentle breeze blows upon my cheek..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;where their sweet angel kisses lie&amp;nb..</description>
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