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	<title>...In Endless Song</title>
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	<description>Little snippets of life through the medium of song</description>
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		<title>Grabbing hold of the dream</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	Dreams - It&#8217;s never too late!
	I mean, look at me&#8230; for my 40th&nbsp;birthday I decided to treat myself to guitar lessons, which is something I&#8217;d always wanted to do ever since I was a kid, but,&nbsp;well&nbsp;hey, sometimes you have to wait for the right moment. Oh, man&#8230;. It&#8217;s been five years now and I&#8217;m so [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://endlesssong.blogsome.com/2008/09/20/grabbing-hold-of-the-dream/</link>
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		<title>This Clouded Heart</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	This clouded heart where the rain begins and the traffic dies. We cry a little because of the bricks showering from the broken buildings, the windows divided into pieces of pictures, the incomplete dirt and sallow gardens&#8230;.
	I was talking with a friend today&#8230;he was telling me about a guy, a poet, who had some really [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://endlesssong.blogsome.com/2008/09/10/where-do-the-children-go/</link>
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		<title>See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	At age 13, I got my first job. Real job, real money, paycheck, etc. I know, you&#8217;re probably thinking that you can&#8217;t get a real job until you&#8217;re 16, which is generally true. But there was a special program for &quot;at-risk&quot; youth where we could work starting at age 13. There were all kinds of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://endlesssong.blogsome.com/2008/08/13/see-me-feel-me-touch-me-heal-me/</link>
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		<title>Brothers in Arms</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Through these fields of destruction, baptisms of fire
I've watched all your suffering, as the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm, you did not desert me
My brothers in arms]]></description>
		<link>http://endlesssong.blogsome.com/2008/08/10/brothers-in-arms/</link>
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		<title>Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZuJIr_uW3M
	&#8220;Hello, my name&#8217;s Terry and I&#8217;m a software engineer at Microsoft.&#8221;
	That&#8217;s how we always begin, when we meet new people. We tell them our name and our occupation. Our occupation is so tied&nbsp;to our identity, that when it abruptly changes, by choice or by force, it can deeply and profoundly affect us in ways we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://endlesssong.blogsome.com/2008/07/16/id-please/</link>
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		<title>The Circle Game</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	Yesterday a child came out to wonderCaught a dragonfly inside a jarFearful when the sky was full of thunderAnd tearful at the falling of a star&#8230;
	I have a brother who is&nbsp;one year older than me. A year and a day, to be exact. Not long ago, he called and asked to borrrow money &#8212; to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://endlesssong.blogsome.com/2008/07/15/the-circle-game/</link>
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		<title>American Tune</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	Paul Simon wrote a song called American Tune, and the moment I heard it, around age 14, I immediately adopted it as my &quot;theme song&quot; as it just rang so incredibly&nbsp;true. It is oddly comforting to find your life in someone else&#8217;s song, as though you have found a kindred spirit somehow.
	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE3kKUEY5WU&amp;feature=related
	Many is&nbsp;the time I&#8217;ve [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://endlesssong.blogsome.com/2008/07/14/american-tune/</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s All Over Now, Baby Blue</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out; the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue. ]]></description>
		<link>http://endlesssong.blogsome.com/2008/07/12/its-all-over-now-baby-blue/</link>
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		<title>Who Will Buy&#8230;?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Who will buy
This wonderful feeling?
I'm so high
I swear I could fly. 
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		<link>http://endlesssong.blogsome.com/2008/07/11/arrival-at-lake-stevens/</link>
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