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	<title>Tim's Mind &#187; My Art</title>
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		<title>Film Noir In Written Form</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 03:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was a chef in the world famous San Fancisco fishermen&#8217;s grotto, Spenger&#8217;s. One night I was working on a alfredo sauce to top them all and who was playing in the parlor but the one true love I ever would have. I watched from the kitchen that night, as she sang her sweet siren&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a chef in the world famous San Fancisco fishermen&#8217;s grotto, Spenger&#8217;s. One night I was working on a alfredo sauce to top them all and who was playing in the parlor but the one true love I ever would have. I watched from the kitchen that night, as she sang her sweet siren&#8217;s song, that, to this day, remains firm in my thoughts and ever will there be. When I brought out my alfredo dipping sauce and toast platter to the performers&#8217; lounge she said to me that it was the most wounderful thing she had ever tasted. My heart crooned so! Sadly, she had tol leave on a train to Monteray right away, I never saw her again.</p>
<p>The End?</p>
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