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			<title>Teen years - Just live it!</title>
			<description>Well, teenyears are fun years, really? Teen years mean board exams, peer pressure, examfever, parents, teachers, school --- is this teenage is all about, is this fun.No! Teenage doesn&amp;rsquo;t stop here. Sorry, but I am forgetting the fun part &amp;#2013266048;&quot;friends, social life, madness and a..</description>
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			<title>True frienship</title>
			<description>I remembered every moment of the year 2012 with myfriends. Our friend circle was a very vast one but I only take three of them asmy best friends. Four best friends forever, Anjali (Me), Tina, Rita andPinky. Once in 2012 a new comer came to our class because of scholarship. Hername was Riya. ..</description>
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			<title>Think up!</title>
			<description>Why is theworld so big,Why is thelife so long,Think upjust think up!&amp;nbsp;Why is thesun so hot,&amp;nbsp;Why are the stars so bright,Think upjust think up!&amp;nbsp;Why is themoon without its light,Why is theearth so far to it,Think upjust think up..</description>
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			<title>Last Night With My Father</title>
			<description>Dedicated tomy FATHER:If tears could build a stairway,And memories a lane,I&amp;rsquo;d walk right up to heaven,And bring you home again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Father isevery daughter&amp;rsquo;s first love. My father was my first love.&amp;rdquo;Everythingwas going right w..</description>
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