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	<title>Comments on: Clapping games&#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: Tara Betts</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tara Betts</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 20:43:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We forget that music and words weave through the fabric of memory.  We just can&#039;t step away from it.  The images just make their way through as if you&#039;re dreaming when you&#039;re wide awake.  I, too, was a somewhat sheltered girl, forever on punishment because my parents wanted to keep the smart girl child out of the streets.  Ain&#039;t that something?
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