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	<title>Comments on: Dad&#8217;s Eleventh Death Anniversary</title>
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	<description>Living One Day At A Time</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 09:40:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Bryan</title>
		<link>http://www.petertan.com/blog/2005/11/15/dads-eleventh-death-anniversary/#comment-4936</link>
		<dc:creator>Bryan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 08:28:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hah, I can see the dimple! :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hah, I can see the dimple! <img src='http://www.petertan.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
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		<dc:creator>Peter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 04:47:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>frostier,
I felt a tinge of guilt when I read that poem. Thank you for sharing. We really should take the trouble to appreciate the people who love us most and whom we love before it is too late. Take care mate.

Marita,
I was very innocent then...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>frostier,<br />
I felt a tinge of guilt when I read that poem. Thank you for sharing. We really should take the trouble to appreciate the people who love us most and whom we love before it is too late. Take care mate.</p>
<p>Marita,<br />
I was very innocent then&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Marita Paige</title>
		<link>http://www.petertan.com/blog/2005/11/15/dads-eleventh-death-anniversary/#comment-4933</link>
		<dc:creator>Marita Paige</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 04:12:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You haven't changed much. Still can see little Peter in big Peter.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You haven&#8217;t changed much. Still can see little Peter in big Peter.</p>
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		<title>By: frostier</title>
		<link>http://www.petertan.com/blog/2005/11/15/dads-eleventh-death-anniversary/#comment-4932</link>
		<dc:creator>frostier</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 09:32:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There's one sad truth in life I've found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

**I miss my dad too**</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There&#8217;s one sad truth in life I&#8217;ve found<br />
While journeying east and west -<br />
The only folks we really wound<br />
Are those we love the best.<br />
We flatter those we scarcely know,<br />
We please the fleeting guest,<br />
And deal full many a thoughtless blow<br />
To those who love us best.<br />
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox</p>
<p>**I miss my dad too**</p>
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