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  <title>Comments on 'Those days'</title>
  <subtitle>Do you remember those days? I can remember them well.
The tubes were so huge! And mom was there when you fell.
Days moved forward, on an unstoppable path,
Who are we to challenge them, 
or to stand to times wrath ?
Years later we look back, to the times we held so dear, and wonder where they went.
We cant go back a day, a year, but hope our time was well spent.
But its funny to think, those days aren't gone, they may merely be hiding in need of being found.
So tell me please, whats your _new_ playground ?</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-08-15T01:09:56Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Those days</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Good Job Josh. (Tis your cousin, bri) I love it,  REALLY GOOD !!!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-08-15T01:09:56Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Brebelles</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Those days</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;yeah, this is a great poem. i&amp;#8217;ve always thought how childhood seemed so great, where&amp;#8217;d it go? this really portrays that.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-07-01T05:17:25Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>DisassociatedWord</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rubberlove</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Those days</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i love this poem, and also like the other person the last line.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~good job&lt;/sub&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-06-29T02:34:00Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>User 2864</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Those days</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love this last line, it caputres the essence of the time between child and adult perfectly.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-06-13T03:05:40Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Saint Chuck</name>
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