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		<title>Milk drunk</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 14:57:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The hand flops limp in an abandoned sprawl As the mother shifts the baby to its bed A brief moment of wakefulness and it seeks around And touches the soft fabric of mom&#8217;s shirt Clutching that precious bit of mom Reassured, falls limp again As only one with a full stomach and dry bottom can [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My little sunflower</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just warms my heart to see, This tiny piece of me Full of smiles and coos He has nothing to loose As he follows me around with his eyes When out of sight, he calls with cries For he is my little sunflower, And I&#8217;m his mother]]></description>
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		<title>The journey of vulnerability &#8211; A timeline</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 05:28:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Two eyes met, attraction sparked. Sexy, confident, secure Two hearts met intention formed Invincible together Two lives merged, married Embraced and celebrated Differences arose, got resolved&#8230;. or not Experience grew A small line on a stick changed colour Eagerness stirred The new life coming up became more and more real Plans began &#8211; would they [...]]]></description>
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		<title>What you see is what you get</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:47:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What you see is what you getI live with innocence. Scary innocence like I never thought possibleCourage to be defenceless in the unknownAnd face and meet whatever comes alongTill I want to hide him away to keep him safe One little guy who smiles, cries, grunts, staresAnd what you see is what you get No [...]]]></description>
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