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	<title>Comments on: It&#8217;s Set in Stone</title>
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		<title>By: Penny</title>
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		<dc:creator>Penny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 16:50:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>On a bridge overpass on 122nd &amp; Halsey in Portland OR, there is a proclamation that was scrawled into the handrail when the cement was still fresh. &quot;Penny + Randy = Love 4-ever 7-9-76&quot; Some crazy young kids!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On a bridge overpass on 122nd &amp; Halsey in Portland OR, there is a proclamation that was scrawled into the handrail when the cement was still fresh. &#8220;Penny + Randy = Love 4-ever 7-9-76&#8243; Some crazy young kids!</p>
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		<title>By: Carrie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 21:34:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember once when I was a kid, my sisters and I saw a chocolate cake on the kitchen counter. We weren&#039;t tall enough to see over the counter, so we reached up and stuck our hands in the cake and then licked the chocolate frosting off our fingers.  Then my Mom walked in and said &quot;did you girls eat the cake?&quot; and we said &quot;NOOooooo&quot;.  Not only was it obvious  from the handprints in the cake, but the the guilt was spelled out all over our chocolate faces.</description>
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