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			<title>Birthday party for one</title>
			<description>Alarm goes off, seven o'clock,The morning of my birthday.Hyaleps!The best day,The worst day.I'll make a plan,I'll be a man with a plan.The best party on the block.Planning goes on,This is gonna be great.I can sense the excitement of food on the plates.Of challa and knitch and all types of fish.And t..</description>
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			<title>Boompa's Shoes</title>
			<description>Boompa bought his shoes from jimmy brubaker the shoe maker,he wore them to wed Bubbe that same year in november,what a beautiful pair of shoesHe would wear them at honika and play his harmonica what a wonderful pair of shoesOn my fathers bah mitzvah, iv'e still got the picture,those fine leather sol..</description>
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			<title>Ash</title>
			<description>bucking the trend of a starbucks end,hoping, wishing of a new york friend!ash drifts down like snow in tow,&amp;nbsp;cuppa coffee a cigarette its all this jew knows!!!</description>
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			<title>New York nights and Skibutz</title>
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			<title>Jew York</title>
			<description>David Azill&amp;nbsp;Jew YorkHot summer days in the big appleCold frosty nights in the big appletake a bite of this appleI dare youJew YorkI miss you bubbe, I miss you lotswhen the smells of matza balls and falafall creep out into the concrete jungle that is the upper east sideI dance, they dance, we da..</description>
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