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		<title>On Top Of Old Smoky again</title>
		<link>http://www.milkmilklemonade.com/2010/01/25/on-top-of-old-smoky-again/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 17:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On top of old Smoky All covered with sand I shot my true love with a red rubber band I shot her with care I shot her with pride Who could have missed her, She was forty feet wide I went to her funeral I went to her grave While the others threw flowers I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On top of old Smoky<br />
All covered with sand<br />
I shot my true love<br />
with a red rubber band<br />
I shot her with care<br />
I shot her with pride<br />
Who could have missed her,<br />
She was forty feet wide<br />
I went to her funeral<br />
I went to her grave<br />
While the others threw flowers<br />
I through hand grenades.</p>
<p>-Trent Eades, These were learned while I was in grade school in Great Falls, Montana:<br />
Circa third of fourth grade, 1973 or 1974</p>
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		<title>Dandilion game</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 17:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[And then there was this silly thing we used to do when we were kids: You take a dandelion and hold it in your hand with your thumb “cocked” underneath the flower head. Then you say, “MOMMA HAD A BABY AND ITS HEAD POPPED OFF!” popping the flowerhead up in the air with your thumb [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And then there was this silly thing we used to do when we were kids: You take a dandelion and hold it in your hand with your thumb “cocked” underneath the flower head. Then you say, “MOMMA HAD A BABY AND ITS HEAD POPPED OFF!” popping the flowerhead up in the air with your thumb just as you say “head,” with emphasis on that word.<br />
-Anon, Bellingham, WA</p>
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