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	<title>Butte Grapevine ::  Paint_Poetry :: Blogs</title> 
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	<description>some descr about blogs</description>
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		<title><![CDATA[Sonnet CXLV]]></title>
		<link>http://www.buttegrapevine.com/blog/view/id_44</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said I hate, To me that Languish'd for her sake. But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding ]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 08:34:35 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[A Quote by; Thoreau]]></title>
		<link>http://www.buttegrapevine.com/blog/view/id_43</link>
		<description><![CDATA[A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye, Or if he pleaseth, Through it pass, And the heavens espy   by; Thoreau    www.buttegrapevine.com/user/paint_poetry/blogs ]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 08:27:54 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[The Raven]]></title>
		<link>http://www.buttegrapevine.com/blog/view/id_33</link>
		<description><![CDATA[For those of you who enjoy literature, poetry, Edgar Allan Poe, or perhaps all three, I give you Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven:   The Raven       Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and w]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 11:05:23 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Easter:  The Isle of Faces]]></title>
		<link>http://www.buttegrapevine.com/blog/view/id_32</link>
		<description><![CDATA[As sunset falls on the inscrutable stylized faces, one thinks again how appropariately, in the event of man's passing, they would symbolize the end of this age.  For the faces are formless, nameless, ]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 10:27:29 -0500</pubDate>
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