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	<title>Comments on: रित्ता बट्टाहरु !</title>
	<link>http://eworld.blogsome.com/2008/12/17/p85/</link>
	<description>World of  Words by Sahadev in the form of Poem,Story &#038; Just an expression</description>
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		<title>by: Eternal</title>
		<link>http://eworld.blogsome.com/2008/12/17/p85/#comment-8</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 03:28:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>A wonderful poem, creating wonderful feelings. Life's absurdity presented in the form of empty bottles. After all What's life A empty bottle..used and reused...recycled and again used..till the existence of the soul..till we breathe...Till we get empty...till we get empty</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>A wonderful poem, creating wonderful feelings. Life&#8217;s absurdity presented in the form of empty bottles. After all What&#8217;s life A empty bottle..used and reused&#8230;recycled and again used..till the existence of the soul..till we breathe&#8230;Till we get empty&#8230;till we get empty
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		<title>by: Eternal</title>
		<link>http://eworld.blogsome.com/2008/12/17/p85/#comment-7</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 03:27:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>A wonderful poem, creating wonderful feelings. Life's absurdity presented in the form of empty bottles. After all What's life A empty bottle..used and reused...recycled and again used..till the existence of the soul..till we breathe...Till we get empty...till we get empty</description>
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