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	<title>Comments on: A Prayer For Children</title>
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	<description>"He who learns must suffer.  And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the   heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God." ~Aeschylus, Agamemnon</description>
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		<title>By: Shruti</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shruti</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 11:32:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This poem clearly reflect the purity of childrem..which can never be question..it sent me bak to my old childhood days when everything was so nice and easy because of our building blocks..i.e. our parents..an awesome work..thnks fr sharing this with us,..take care</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This poem clearly reflect the purity of childrem..which can never be question..it sent me bak to my old childhood days when everything was so nice and easy because of our building blocks..i.e. our parents..an awesome work..thnks fr sharing this with us,..take care</p>
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