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	<title>Comments on: Fond memories of a time which may have never actually existed in the first place</title>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://sunshine-jones.com/fond-memories-of-a-time-which-may-have-never-actually-existed-in-the-first-place/#comment-1603</link>
		<dc:creator>Peter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 23:53:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Laura W</title>
		<link>http://sunshine-jones.com/fond-memories-of-a-time-which-may-have-never-actually-existed-in-the-first-place/#comment-1510</link>
		<dc:creator>Laura W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 17:37:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lawrence (Margaret&#039;s older brother) introduced me to Wild Cherry, The Who and The Sex Pistols all around the same time.  They lived around the corner from me.  I credit/blame him for my musical tastes from that point out.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lawrence (Margaret&#8217;s older brother) introduced me to Wild Cherry, The Who and The Sex Pistols all around the same time.  They lived around the corner from me.  I credit/blame him for my musical tastes from that point out.</p>
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		<title>By: sunshine</title>
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		<dc:creator>sunshine</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 05:54:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How in the world did the streets of Detroit have so profound an influence on little you here in the Kensington hills Laura?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How in the world did the streets of Detroit have so profound an influence on little you here in the Kensington hills Laura?</p>
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		<title>By: Laura W</title>
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		<dc:creator>Laura W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 03:34:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My friend Robyn reminded me the other day that the two of us, only with Margaret smashed all our disco and pop records and threw them in the street, pledging our souls to rock n&#039; roll (punk for me).  Of course being the only pre-teens around we were caught and punished accordingly for making a mess.  We were pledging our souls, our very existence...what&#039;s a few pieces of broken vinyl.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My friend Robyn reminded me the other day that the two of us, only with Margaret smashed all our disco and pop records and threw them in the street, pledging our souls to rock n&#8217; roll (punk for me).  Of course being the only pre-teens around we were caught and punished accordingly for making a mess.  We were pledging our souls, our very existence&#8230;what&#8217;s a few pieces of broken vinyl.</p>
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