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	<title>Comments on: i thank you God for most this amazing</title>
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	<description>thoughts from a man hoping to unbind his own mind</description>
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		<title>By: Taylor W</title>
		<link>http://lukeriddle.wordpress.com/2007/02/03/i-thank-you-god-for-most-this-amazing/#comment-21</link>
		<dc:creator>Taylor W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 21:13:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>excellent</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>excellent</p>
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		<title>By: Mom</title>
		<link>http://lukeriddle.wordpress.com/2007/02/03/i-thank-you-god-for-most-this-amazing/#comment-20</link>
		<dc:creator>Mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 19:27:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Here&#039;s one more if you don&#039;t mind:

Eternity

He who bends to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity&#039;s sunrise

William Blake</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here&#8217;s one more if you don&#8217;t mind:</p>
<p>Eternity</p>
<p>He who bends to himself a joy<br />
Does the winged life destroy;<br />
But he who kisses the joy as it flies<br />
Lives in eternity&#8217;s sunrise</p>
<p>William Blake</p>
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		<title>By: Mom</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 19:24:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Here is one of my favorites:

Believe me if all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart,
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear,
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns to her god, when he sets, 
The same look which she turned when he rose.
     by Thomas Moore  1779-1852</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here is one of my favorites:</p>
<p>Believe me if all those endearing young charms<br />
Which I gaze on so fondly today<br />
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms<br />
Like fairy-gifts fading away,<br />
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,<br />
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,<br />
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart,<br />
Would entwine itself verdantly still.<br />
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,<br />
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear<br />
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,<br />
To which time will but make thee more dear,<br />
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,<br />
But as truly loves on to the close,<br />
As the sunflower turns to her god, when he sets,<br />
The same look which she turned when he rose.<br />
     by Thomas Moore  1779-1852</p>
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