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			<title><![CDATA[ nina stuff. .  crit if u want, ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Nina closes the book. She hates to leave the realms between the pages but her eyes hurt.
This meant she needed a new pair, which made her sad. Of all the eyes she had ever owned, these were her favorites. They were a dark, dark, blue, and turned
shades lighter depending on the type of light that entered them. When she was happy, they had a, soft, violet glow. She had bought them from an old Turkish
woman who was a dwarf and... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Mallie-Ann and Doctor Moon - Willowdown and trinimade ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Mallie-Ann and Doctor Moon - Part One (Willowdown)
<br>
<br>
<br>
In the Haunted House on Desolation Hill, Dr Lucius Moon was busy working on his latest experiment. Pale green electricity
<br>
flickered fitfully over a metal harness suspended beneath a crystal dome through which the night sky was haphazardly visible,
<br>
dirty gray clouds scudding across the face of a blistered moon. Strapped and bolted to the metal framework, from which a
<br>
myriad wires dangled, connecting to various... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Tawny reminisces - Part Five ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Sadly, the tower at New Brighton and the rooms beneath it in which the wrestling had taken place had been destroyed by a fire in the 1960&#39;s and had not
been rebuilt. New Brighton had deteriorated from a busy post-Victorian holiday resort with two fun-fairs, a naval fort cut off by high tides and two excellent
model shops on the High Street, to a nondescript and, frankly, quite depressing northern town full of the usual lisless population of aggrieved petite
bourgeoisie, illiterate... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 20:25:40 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ The Mystery of Mick Jagger - Part Eighteen ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Geldof, Madonna, Rotten and Watts oohed and aahed as they peered ecstaticaly over Homunculus&#39; shoulder. &quot;C&#39;mon, Doc,&quot; leered Osborne,
&quot;I&#39;m begining to drool just looking at them!&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;You&#39;re drooling all over my satin jacket, you oaf,&quot; said Dylan, shoving his elbow into Osborne&#39;s pale white face. Osborne shoved back,
jostling Dr. Homunculus in the process so that the startled physician almost dropped his tray of specimans.
<br>
<br>... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ The Deep Kingdom - Part 2 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <div align="left">
  <em>And now we continue with part two of <strong>The Deep Kingdom</strong>:</em>
  <br>
  <br>
  <br>
  Blaadfork&#39;s day or two had stretched into four. Natalie was jumpy, starting awake at every sound - not a good way to get sleep with two restless cats and
  an equally nervous mom in the house.
  <br>
  <br>
  Her dad would be back late tomorrow and he would surely pick up on their mood; neither Emma nor Natalie could think of a good explanation for being so tense.... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:42:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ A Rose by any other Name. ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ A rose climbs up a wall,
<br>
the wall supports the rose.
<br>
Upon the wall a poet&#39;s words
<br>
are daubed in blood;
<br>
near the stem of the rose bush
<br>
torn photographs and newspaper headlines
<br>
lay trampled in the mud.
<br>
<br>
When, at last, an invading army arrives
<br>
and knocks down the wall,
<br>
the rose bush is uprooted but an old lady
<br>
who has somehow survived the war,
<br>
although her son and two daughters were both killed,
<br>
has taken a cutting from the... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 03:14:46 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Tawny reminisces - Part Four ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ He had been quite shaken by the whole unpleasant incident - infact he had not even bothered ascending the famous Blackpool Tower which was anyway, he consoled
himself, merely a somewhat undersized replica of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. As a child he had actually been taken by his grandfather Sir Arthur Algernon Sun
Friend M.B.E. to see a wrestling match in the auditorium beneath an even smaller iron tower at the small Wirral town of New Brighton and had actually seen the
legendary TV Jackie... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Tawny reminisces - Part Three ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Tawny Sun Friend put the last of the plates on the sink-side rack to dry (the set he had been given by King Philippe of Aquitane, lightly fanning the tea-towel
with his lowest possible flame breath on order not to singe it. He generally used it for his late night cheese-on-toast. He carefully put the rest of the
cheese back in the fridge, eying it carefully and wrapping it in the now quite dry tea-towel.
<br>
<br>
It was a special commemerative tea-towel from Llandudno in North wales, showing... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 23:45:07 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Little Violet. ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Little Violet, far from shrinking, was infact expanding rather rapidly, hourly and every day - the result perhaps of capriciously ingesting massive quanties of
curds and whey.
<br>
<br>
Dear me, said Mr. Magistrate, if she doesn&#39;t stop soon I do believe she will explode and then, I ask you, how is she ever to grow old?
<br>
<br>
Perhaps, said Mr. Bill (a policeman) she ought to take some sort of pill.
<br>
<br>
Now then, now then, said Mr. Ben (his friend and one, he said, upon he knew he... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Tawny Reminisces - Part Two ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;I&#39;m sorry,&quot; said Tawny Sun Friend, &quot;I hadn&#39;t realised that these flames worked two ways. I&#39;ll just go and see to the dishs in the
sink.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;Well of course they work both ways, you silly boy,&quot; said Madam Angelina, &quot;as soon as you threw that extra log on I felt a little hot beneath my
ruff. And as for these corsets that ladies wear in this century...
<br>
<br>
&quot;But what do you mean, &#39;see to the dishs&#39; - surely you hava a maid... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ The Mystery of Mick Jagger - Part Seventeen ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Thankfully I still seemed to be quite invisible to all of them. I was expecting Mick Jagger to show himself any minute and my heart began beating very fast -
surely he at least would be able to see me... should I make a quick dash for it, I wondered? But I seemed quite unable to move from the swing. Besides, I
desperately wanted to see and hear what they were up too.
<br>
<br>
Finally the last of the strange expedition arrived. It wasn&#39;t Jagger but some other old turtle almost as... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ The Deep Kingdom - Part 1 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <div align="left">
  <strong><font size="5">The Deep Kingdom</font></strong>
  <br>
  <br>
  Natalie wasn&#39;t certain what had woken her up, but the light coming in her door from the hallway didn&#39;t look right. She couldn&#39;t make up her mind
  what color the light was, but it just struck her wrong. Natalie slipped out of bed and softly crept toward the open door. She wondered where Chubber and Wash
  had gone. Normally, they couldn&#39;t be pried out of her bed at night.
  <br>... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Bees sing in the quiet hills. ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Bees sing in the quiet hills,
<br>
I sit on an old green-lichened stone
<br>
above the white-foamed sea,
<br>
my trousers covered with pollen,
<br>
dandelion clocks in my hair,
<br>
the teeth of a breeze
<br>
nibbling delightfully at my skin.
<br>
<br>
A little further on a scowling English housewife climbs up over the edge of the hill and tells me I&#39;m on her property, not so much as a good-day or an inch
of a smile.
<br>
<br>
&quot;The footpath is over there,&quot; she tells me,... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 22:59:25 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Regeneration. ]]></title>
			<link>http://thepeacefulpub.yuku.com/topic/25324/t/Regeneration-.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ They said the city died twenty, thirty, forty years ago
<br>
but it merely went underground,
<br>
hibernating like an old tired flower
<br>
whilst the ravages of consumerism and commercialism
<br>
passed over it, fuelled by the fires of Thatcherism
<br>
and trendy nihilist pessimism.
<br>
They said the city would never recover
<br>
that its glory days were over
<br>
but just yesterday I found a lucky four-leaf clover
<br>
in the shadow of a new concrete fly-over
<br>
and on the fourteenth... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Tawny Reminisces - Part One ]]></title>
			<link>http://thepeacefulpub.yuku.com/topic/25323/t/Tawny-Reminisces-Part-One.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ Tawny Sun Friend threw another log on the fire. It was not that he was cold - being made of an alchemical alloy of brass and gold, atmospheric variations
barely affected him, apart from a mild buildup of a verdigris-like coating on his wings, beak and claws that polished up quite nicely with a bit of Brasso - he
simply liked to watch the pictures dancing in the flames and the shadows play across the ceiling and walls of his tree-house or pavilion. He had recently
rented a splendid old... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 22:48:31 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ The Mystery of Mick Jagger - Part Sixteen ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Things went well enough for two nights and I began to think I had been worrying for nothing. If it wasn&#39;t for the loose page of the science fiction book
that I had found I might even have thought the whole strange experience of the warehouse had indeed been nothing but an unusual and compelling dream. Jagger
must have noticed that the novel was no longer in his room. Whether he had asked Jimmie about it I don&#39;t know but I did notice the door to the front
parlour was always locked... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ The Air Cats - Part 16 -- Conclusion ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <div align="left">
  <em>And now, we continue with part sixteen, the conclusion of <strong>The Air Cats</strong>:</em>
  <br>
  <br>
  <br>
   Blade and Natalie had intended to make a quick stop to pick up her backpack and slip away. It didn&#39;t work out that way. Chief Farrawr returned just as
  Natalie and Purlanna emerged from the cave where the backpack had been stored, and insisted on holding a brief council to formally thank Blaadfork and
  Natalie for preventing the war with the... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ New In Town - At The Baseball Game ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <div align="left">
  <strong><font size="5">New In Town - At The Baseball Game</font></strong>
  <br>
  <br>
  A family moved to a distant town because the father&#39;s job got transferred. After a couple of weeks had gone by, the father took his son to a baseball
  game featuring the local minor league team.
  <br>
  <br>
  About the middle of the second inning, a vendor came up through the stands calling, &quot;Pop...corn...pop...corn...&quot;
  <br>
  <br>
  The father motioned him over,... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ The Air Cats - Part 15 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <div align="left">
  <em>And now, we continue with part fifteen of <strong>The Air Cats</strong>:</em>
  <br>
  <br>
  <br>
  Natalie looked up. &quot;What was that about, Blade?&quot;
  <br>
  <br>
  &quot;Why do you ask me, little one?&quot;
  <br>
  <br>
  &quot;I don&#39;t want to act nosy and just go up and ask them.&quot; Natalie thought that would be obvious. &quot;Besides, if you can see super far away,
  I&#39;m betting you can hear super far away, too.&quot;
  <br>
  <br>... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 23:54:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Sefton Park - the Sentinel Trees. ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ I pass between the sentinel trees,
<br>
I feel the cool autumnal breeze
<br>
in this little miniature glen
<br>
bordered at each end with mist
<br>
where old Victorian lovers walked and met
<br>
on wrought iron benchs and kissed,
<br>
watching squirrels and feeding ducks
<br>
then striding up the hill to the Glass House
<br>
where young mothers and nannies paraded
<br>
well-wrapped babes in commodious perambulators
<br>
and mutton-chopped fathers nodded to each other
<br>
or discussed the... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 23:28:02 GMT</pubDate>
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