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		<title><![CDATA[The Galleon]]></title>
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			<title><![CDATA[STUDENT POEM: A CUT]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <div class='ArticleAuthor'>By ANONYMOUS</div><br>Why was the world created?  Why was heaven named  with all the glory   of those legendary famed?  When hell is just known   by the one known of sins  to create a balance  of all world’s rins  Why do we wonder on  through misery and hate  through the proof life and the con  is it just the twisted sickness of fate?  Is this all we were made for?  When does our journey end?  will life go on forever?  will God always be our friend?  Is there a name to make frame?  or can it be any name  that makes you friend or foe  to bring you honor or shame?  Would any rose smell sweeter  if known by a different name?  what would we call a meter  to cross to someone else?  why was everything created?  we know not of how or when or who or what  just that it is for it’s own sake  we know nothing but that blood will fall from the cut ]]></description>
			<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 21:12:00 GMT</pubDate>
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