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	<title>Comments on: Getting With the Program</title>
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	<description>In my favorite poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay, he reminds us that like the seasons of nature, life is one season melting into another, and quickly fading away. This is my attempt to document each season in my life and my family.</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 00:38:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: weniki93</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2005 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, I hated the days when my children got their shots. I gave them a dose of tylenol before to lesson the pain a little, but I think it's just as hard on mom as it is on poor child. We always snuggled a long time after.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, I hated the days when my children got their shots. I gave them a dose of tylenol before to lesson the pain a little, but I think it&#8217;s just as hard on mom as it is on poor child. We always snuggled a long time after.</p>
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