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	<title>Comments on: Serious Play and Dental Surgery</title>
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		<title>By: Henry Gould</title>
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		<dc:creator>Henry Gould</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 02:53:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>See Giambattista Vico on this topic.
History is the play of the imagination.  Poetry is hero-worship (Pound).  Heroes are action figures.
Or Heraclitus, for that matter.
Here&#039;s a poem I composed at age 4, watching my workaholic father go off to work.  He heard me singing this to myself.  He wrote it down in pencil on a housekey-tab (a little piece of cardboard) on his way out the door.  My mother sent that key-tab to me , 50 years later.
PLAY, PLAY, IT&#039;S TIME TO PLAY!
PLAY ALL DAY, THAT&#039;S WHAT I SAY!
YOUR WORK IS DONE,
COME OUT IN THE SUN!
PLAY, PLAY, PLAY!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>See Giambattista Vico on this topic.<br />
History is the play of the imagination.  Poetry is hero-worship (Pound).  Heroes are action figures.<br />
Or Heraclitus, for that matter.<br />
Here&#8217;s a poem I composed at age 4, watching my workaholic father go off to work.  He heard me singing this to myself.  He wrote it down in pencil on a housekey-tab (a little piece of cardboard) on his way out the door.  My mother sent that key-tab to me , 50 years later.<br />
PLAY, PLAY, IT&#8217;S TIME TO PLAY!<br />
PLAY ALL DAY, THAT&#8217;S WHAT I SAY!<br />
YOUR WORK IS DONE,<br />
COME OUT IN THE SUN!<br />
PLAY, PLAY, PLAY!<br /><span id="reportcomment_results_div_7163"><a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="reportComment( 7163 );" title="Report this comment" rel="nofollow">Report this comment</a></span></p>
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		<title>By: nico vassilakis</title>
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		<dc:creator>nico vassilakis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 02:01:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>that&#039;s like my girlfriend peaking on mushrooms for the first time.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>that&#8217;s like my girlfriend peaking on mushrooms for the first time.<br /><span id="reportcomment_results_div_7162"><a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="reportComment( 7162 );" title="Report this comment" rel="nofollow">Report this comment</a></span></p>
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