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		<title>By: Hikmet</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 14:36:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Buyrunuz, bu da benden:

http://www.hikmethukumenoglu.com/files/chesilbeach_mim.html</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Buyrunuz, bu da benden:</p>
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		<title>By: Evren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Evren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 22:35:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>... I&#039;ve put my favourite qoute on this blog a couple of months ago and you can read it by following this link: &lt;a href=&quot;http://solelim.blogspot.com/2007/10/13.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Chapter 13&lt;/a&gt;...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230; I&#8217;ve put my favourite qoute on this blog a couple of months ago and you can read it by following this link: <a href="http://solelim.blogspot.com/2007/10/13.html" rel="nofollow">Chapter 13</a>&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: alper</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 22:19:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hey Emin
thanks for playing with the rules of meming and thanks for this wonderfully written post :)

i myself was very eager to start &lt;i&gt;Midnight&#039;s Children&lt;/i&gt; but very lazy to complete it. Still, I just love this bit:

&quot;I was born in the city of Bombay…once upon a time. No, that won&#039;t do, there&#039;s no getting away from the date: I was born in Doctor Narlikar&#039;s Nursing Home on August 15th, 1947. And the time? The time matters, too. Well then: at night. No, it&#039;s important to be more… On the stroke of midnight, as a matter of fact. Clock-hands joined palms in respectful greeting as I came.  Oh, spell it out, spell it out: at the precise instant of India&#039;s arrival at independence, I tumbled forth into the world&quot;

Beautifully written...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hey Emin<br />
thanks for playing with the rules of meming and thanks for this wonderfully written post <img src='http://sarapci.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>i myself was very eager to start <i>Midnight&#8217;s Children</i> but very lazy to complete it. Still, I just love this bit:</p>
<p>&#8220;I was born in the city of Bombay…once upon a time. No, that won&#8217;t do, there&#8217;s no getting away from the date: I was born in Doctor Narlikar&#8217;s Nursing Home on August 15th, 1947. And the time? The time matters, too. Well then: at night. No, it&#8217;s important to be more… On the stroke of midnight, as a matter of fact. Clock-hands joined palms in respectful greeting as I came.  Oh, spell it out, spell it out: at the precise instant of India&#8217;s arrival at independence, I tumbled forth into the world&#8221;</p>
<p>Beautifully written&#8230;</p>
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