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    <title>Indian FriendFinder Blogs: Simple Me</title>
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    <description>I&#39;d like to tell you,About a girl who&#39;s simple me,About a girl who tries to be true,Cos you shouldn&#39;t trust what you see.About a girl who knows nothing,Who thinks of silly puzzlesCos there is always somethingWhich keeps away troubles.This Simple Me keeps smilingWhen she sees time flyingTo friends she says in passingHere&#39;s a joke to keep you guessing!About a girl who knows nothing,[COLOR orangered][/COLOR][SIZE 9][/SIZE][I][/I][SIZE 3][/SIZE][COLOR purple][/COLOR]</description><item>
      <title>Deepavali- After acha?</title>
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      <description> What do I have to show for it but my tummy?What do I have to say for it, certainly not just yummy?What do I have to muse about it, do I just say it's dicey?What do I have to sing about it, MJ or just</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 02:38:02 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Deepavali-After</title>
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      <description>What do I have to show for it but my tummy?What do I have to say for it, certainly not just yummy?What do I have to muse about it, do I just say it's dicey?What do I have to sing about it, MJ or just </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 16:28:06 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Singapore Diwali Recipe</title>
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      <description> I bet you never thought people in Sing wore sari,Well they do but if they wear shorts why worry?Tis my contention that for those who dare to be differentOften have secrets up their sleeves slowcookin</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 02:03:34 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Have You Heard My Story?</title>
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      <description>Hey, have you heard my story?How my bubble burst in infant glory?I fell out of my nest down ten storeys?And still survived would you believe me?Could it be I had someone near meThe maker and harbinger</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 21:32:40 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Purple Me</title>
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      <description>The misty golden showers cascade by my view againWrapping my thoughts in glimmering, subdued painRolling my tongue around the sense i await to gainMy self I had guarded from dragons without a stainOf </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 22:12:06 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Purple Me</title>
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      <description>The misty golden showers cascade by my view againWrapping my thoughts in glimmering, subdued painRolling my tongue around the sense i await to gainMy self I had guarded from dragons without a stainOf </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:19:13 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Valentine's Day...U didn't tell dears</title>
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      <description>What is Valentine's for after all?Does it strike passion and enthrall?Do you lie in your lover's arms and make sweet moan?Or do you read the bills, taxes and inwardly groan?Is Valentine's day filled w</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 22:31:16 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Life after VALENTINE</title>
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      <description>What is Valentine's for after all?Does it strike passion and enthrall?Do you lie in your lover's arms and make sweet moan?Or do you read the bills, taxes and inwardly groan?Is Valentine's day filled w</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 00:24:14 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>HAPPY PONGGAL!</title>
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      <description>I'd like to wish all of my dear friends A VERY HAPPY PONGGAL OF 2008!!!Even if you were to call Ponggal by any other name, what does it matter? I'm wishing you with all the love in my heart. And for a</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 21:37:13 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Language without utterance</title>
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      <description>My friend speaks the same language as IThe language of the heart, I needn't lieHe knows every tick of my mindIn thought we are twins of a kindI saw him once in a ghostly mireStraining eyes threaded by</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 01:31:25 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>My chere</title>
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      <description>My cherie amor, I heard your whisper from afarMy cherie amor, your wisdom is excellent parWhy my amor, you seek to hide what you adoreI can't help but be thrilled to hear once moreFor so long that my </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 02:44:23 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Love, love...</title>
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      <description>Helloo helloo...why do some like pretence?Acting milky innocence flirting with senseOoh la la i like this acting yaarBetter than dashing Salman in pyaareLove love love....that's it I thinkIt's Dr Love</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 15:54:50 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>In Chennai</title>
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      <description>My time as a floating lodger in ChennaiFoaming, white-crested salt spray of ChennaiLatte vapour mist of tempting beans of ChennaiThe swift footed wiry beggars sweaty in ChennaiBanana and coffee is all</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 01:38:18 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Drifter</title>
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      <description>Is it my destinyTo wander in infinityO'er hills and daleOn pebbly rocky trailTreading so carefullyI feel the pain delightedlyExquisite in the jeopardyCraving for the companyCradling me so blissfully.M</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 00:36:13 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>If a picture....</title>
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      <description>If a picture paints a thousand wordsThen why can't I paint you?If a picture inspires a thousand thoughtsWhy are my dreams of you?If a picture causes me to tremble soDos my pulse quicken cos of you?If </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 20:51:13 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>A Song From My Heart</title>
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      <description>Why does it have to be so sweet towards the end?When all I did was to follow my heart's trend?When I'm supposed to let go how could it turn so sweet?Why was it meant that I'll meet a being whose breat</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 21:09:58 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>What is the seven year itch in a Marriage?</title>
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      <description>Folks, you have all heard of the seven year itch. It was a movie title starring Marilyn Monroe back in those days. My father watched it. It is usually referred to as the time when the marriage starts </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:20:02 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>My friend</title>
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      <description>My friend is like a gulab jamunRadiating sensational luminous moonPulsating with pleasure he thrivesToying me with melodies he drivesme on to peals of squeals I chimethen subside to a calm sublime.Or </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 19:28:58 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Just a little bit of Honesty.......</title>
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      <description>Is it too much to ask for a bit of honesty?Just a little bit of honesty?Are lies all we can manage in our misery?Just indulgent misery?Why do we seek intimacy in company?Brittle self-company?Why do we</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 07:21:54 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>I Won't Stop</title>
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      <description>Why does it have to be so sweet towards the end?When all I did was to follow my heart's trend?When I'm supposed to let go how could it turn so sweet?Why was it meant that I'll meet a being whose breat</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 15:39:55 -0800</pubDate>
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