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	<title>The Gladdest Thing &#187; Hugo Williams</title>
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		<title>Saturday Morning</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 04:28:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michelle McGinnis</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Everyone who made love the night before
was walking around with flashing red lights
on top of their heads &#8212; a white-haired old gentleman,
a red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman
who smiled at me from across the street
and gave a little secret shrug,
as if the flashing red light on her head
was a small price to pay for what she [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>Everyone who made love the night before<br />
was walking around with flashing red lights<br />
on top of their heads &#8212; a white-haired old gentleman,<br />
a red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman<br />
who smiled at me from across the street<br />
and gave a little secret shrug,<br />
as if the flashing red light on her head<br />
was a small price to pay for what she knew.</p>
<p>- Hugo Williams</p>
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