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	<title>Comments on: Something intelligent</title>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 15:29:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sometimes I run 
Sometimes I hide 
Sometimes I&#039;m scared of you 
But all I really want is to hold you tight 
Treat you right 
Be with you day and night 

Sometimes the way good things go have to go through a rough patch.
Sometimes i understand but its not just an excuse, cause i really do.
Sometimes wrong assumptions can be made but its the way its shown. i may be wrong and you know whats right, its hard to argue sometimes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes I run<br />
Sometimes I hide<br />
Sometimes I&#8217;m scared of you<br />
But all I really want is to hold you tight<br />
Treat you right<br />
Be with you day and night </p>
<p>Sometimes the way good things go have to go through a rough patch.<br />
Sometimes i understand but its not just an excuse, cause i really do.<br />
Sometimes wrong assumptions can be made but its the way its shown. i may be wrong and you know whats right, its hard to argue sometimes.</p>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 14:19:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sitting and staring at the window can conjure a vast image and a collaboration of doodles from your imagination. From anything bizarre to a fantasy that you would hope it will come true one day. And one of mine has, being with you is something so hard to let lose. I feel that it will never go. Speding time with you every minute is like learning new things from the basics. Even if i know what I have already learnt, i still love to hear those wise words from you no matter how many times they are repeated. Your like a teacher, someone so close to my heart that will never fade. You light will always shine bright in my heart.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sitting and staring at the window can conjure a vast image and a collaboration of doodles from your imagination. From anything bizarre to a fantasy that you would hope it will come true one day. And one of mine has, being with you is something so hard to let lose. I feel that it will never go. Speding time with you every minute is like learning new things from the basics. Even if i know what I have already learnt, i still love to hear those wise words from you no matter how many times they are repeated. Your like a teacher, someone so close to my heart that will never fade. You light will always shine bright in my heart.</p>
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