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		<title>I Said It With Flowers</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s this little flower shop on the way home from the office.  At least, I thought it was a flower shop.  The sign on the window says, “Granny’s Yarbs and Apothecary.”  I wasn’t sure what to make of a name like that, but since the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Mother&#8217;s Burnt Offerings</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2021 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mom always loved Jesus more than she loved me.  She told me so herself, over and over again, when I was growing up.  Every morning she would say to me, “Jimmy, you’re my only child, and I love you more than I love myself.  But...]]></description>
		
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		<title>That New Subscription Meal Box Really Sucked</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My culinary misadventures into inadvertently assisting in the summoning of what I can only assume is a demon began innocently enough.  It all started just over a year ago with one of those meal box subscriptions. Learning to cook for myself after Mama died wasn’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>How Do You Get a Banjo Player off Your Porch?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s this joke that old-time musicians used to like to tell, but maybe now it’s only popular amongst us fiddlers: Q: How do you get a banjo player off your porch? A: You pay for your pizza. It’s just a bit of good-natured humor, but...]]></description>
		
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