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		<title>By: Katie Lipka</title>
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		<dc:creator>Katie Lipka</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 18:01:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Then we should definitely by Claire Bear and Henry a copy of this book. :) Maybe we can send it with Claire&#039;s birthday package!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Then we should definitely by Claire Bear and Henry a copy of this book. <img src='http://katie.kokopop.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  Maybe we can send it with Claire&#8217;s birthday package!</p>
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		<title>By: Penny</title>
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		<dc:creator>Penny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 17:30:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When Ben was a little boy, about 3 I would guess, Dad read him the original poem.  I remember it very clearly.  They were sitting on the sofa in the living room in the Daly City house.  Ben sat quietly and listened to the whole poem.  When Dad finished he asked Ben what he thought the poem meant.  Ben put his finger to his mouth, smiled his Cheshire Cat smile, (which he still thankfully has) and said, &quot;Dont be a fly.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When Ben was a little boy, about 3 I would guess, Dad read him the original poem.  I remember it very clearly.  They were sitting on the sofa in the living room in the Daly City house.  Ben sat quietly and listened to the whole poem.  When Dad finished he asked Ben what he thought the poem meant.  Ben put his finger to his mouth, smiled his Cheshire Cat smile, (which he still thankfully has) and said, &#8220;Dont be a fly.</p>
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