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			<title>Bumble Bees</title>
			<description>	My love is a myth carved from funny murky waters. Waters that go drip drip drop and sizzle sizzle pop in the golden rain. If it were a person, it&amp;rsquo;d be a woman. A blond woman with a giggle of a scream in her eyes, and a bleeding tongue that would stretch to her freckled nose. She&amp;rsquo;d sing ..</description>
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