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		By: Jake		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jake]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[That is what great songs do....God bless the mats]]></description>
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		By: Neil		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Neil]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 04:58:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I faked sick one day in May 1987 and my mom let me stay home from school. It was a Friday. I was in 10th grade and hated school. I slept and slept and did nothing all day and brought my cassette player radio down to the kitchen and put in &quot;Pleased To Meet Me&quot;. As &quot;Can&#039;t Hardly Wait&quot; played, I looked out the kitchen window at the kids getting off the school bus and walking home. The sun was shining and there was this feeling I still can&#039;t describe...but felt in the song....weird. Anyway, I still think of that day whenever I hear that song...it brings it all back.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I faked sick one day in May 1987 and my mom let me stay home from school. It was a Friday. I was in 10th grade and hated school. I slept and slept and did nothing all day and brought my cassette player radio down to the kitchen and put in &#8220;Pleased To Meet Me&#8221;. As &#8220;Can&#8217;t Hardly Wait&#8221; played, I looked out the kitchen window at the kids getting off the school bus and walking home. The sun was shining and there was this feeling I still can&#8217;t describe&#8230;but felt in the song&#8230;.weird. Anyway, I still think of that day whenever I hear that song&#8230;it brings it all back.</p>
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