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		<title>I walked around the world</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2006 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Let Down. He didn&#8217;t see it coming. He thought he was happy. Maybe, even, in love. And for the longest time she seemed to be in love with him. In fact, he kept telling himself, there was no reason to think she wasn&#8217;t, still. So, why did he feel like it was inevitable? And, [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>I tore my soul open&#8230; it was empty [Sometimes]</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[He woke up in a motel in Yuma looking at a cockroach. He couldn&#8217;t remember exactly how he got there but he was pretty sure he didn&#8217;t have a truck, anymore. He fumbled on the bedstand under the imperious gaze of the cockroach, finally gripping his keys. Sure enough, the key to the Chevy was [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sometimes</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[TK]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2005 21:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As promised, here&#8217;s the song I wrote immediately before yesterday&#8217;s &#8220;She&#8217;d Be Mine&#8221; &#8212; telling much the same story from a somewhat different perspective &#8212; and in a significantly different style. Although this was originally written as a country/roots oriented song, as well, it seemed to drift inexorably toward a funky stripped down reading, as [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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