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		<title>The Peddler Man</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Peddler Man, The Peddler Man Could Bring You Delights or an Old Tin Can There Will Be Nothing to Lack When the Peddler Man Opens His Sack My grandfather was the first to encounter The Peddler Man.  He would often tell us stories of...]]></description>
		
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