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	<title>Comments on: Cave of Tigers, No Checking, Bon Yeon</title>
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		<title>By: donutszenmom</title>
		<link>http://donutszenmom.com/2008/02/23/cave-of-tigers-no-checking-bon-yeon/comment-page-1/#comment-1630</link>
		<dc:creator>donutszenmom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 13:52:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a thing to read first thing in the morning, Lax! You win. That was hilarious.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a thing to read first thing in the morning, Lax! You win. That was hilarious.</p>
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		<title>By: laksmivimalananda</title>
		<link>http://donutszenmom.com/2008/02/23/cave-of-tigers-no-checking-bon-yeon/comment-page-1/#comment-1629</link>
		<dc:creator>laksmivimalananda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:38:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>my dear karen,
sometimes you feel like a nut.
sometimes you don&#039;t.
peter paul almond joy&#039;s got nuts.
mounds&#039; don&#039;t.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my dear karen,<br />
sometimes you feel like a nut.<br />
sometimes you don&#8217;t.<br />
peter paul almond joy&#8217;s got nuts.<br />
mounds&#8217; don&#8217;t.</p>
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		<title>By: zee</title>
		<link>http://donutszenmom.com/2008/02/23/cave-of-tigers-no-checking-bon-yeon/comment-page-1/#comment-1628</link>
		<dc:creator>zee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 21:42:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>PS.

Karen, regarding fight with Owl… I don’t want to &lt;a href=&#039;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tgS1n7DQbY&amp;feature=related&#039; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;date Inside Owl&lt;/a&gt;. It is over. ;)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>PS.</p>
<p>Karen, regarding fight with Owl… I don’t want to <a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tgS1n7DQbY&amp;feature=related' rel="nofollow">date Inside Owl</a>. It is over. <img src='http://donutszenmom.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: zee</title>
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		<dc:creator>zee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 21:23:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dear Karen,

Sometimes you appear to be a fool, sometimes a wise woman. Sometimes you seem splendid as a charming child, sometimes hard like a rock. Sometimes you are calm and silent, sometimes you are direct and impatient. Sometimes you offer love, sometimes you draw anger to myself.

I see you with my own identify. but actually… YOU ARE.

Somebody, something, somehow welcomes you. It is a silent welcome… YOU ARE being silently celebrated throughout your Reality.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dear Karen,</p>
<p>Sometimes you appear to be a fool, sometimes a wise woman. Sometimes you seem splendid as a charming child, sometimes hard like a rock. Sometimes you are calm and silent, sometimes you are direct and impatient. Sometimes you offer love, sometimes you draw anger to myself.</p>
<p>I see you with my own identify. but actually… YOU ARE.</p>
<p>Somebody, something, somehow welcomes you. It is a silent welcome… YOU ARE being silently celebrated throughout your Reality.</p>
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