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		<title>By: aku</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/pile/comment-page-3/#comment-436413</link>
		<dc:creator>aku</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 18:06:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There&#039;s a pile of garbage in front of me. I put my hand on these smell bag of unknown. I don&#039;t know why i do that, but i feel like something there for me. Maybe a coin or two.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>There&#8217;s a pile of garbage in front of me. I put my hand on these smell bag of unknown. I don&#8217;t know why i do that, but i feel like something there for me. Maybe a coin or two.</p>
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		<title>By: Gloria</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/pile/comment-page-3/#comment-436412</link>
		<dc:creator>Gloria</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 18:01:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>you see, a pile is where all of a Degrave&#039;s belongings go. some Degraves as big piles, some have little ones that get cleaned up at the end of the week, and some have epiclly huge piles. 3 feet tall, four feet wide, and 4 feet long. I put all piles to shame. Think I should learn the art of housekeeping before I get married?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>you see, a pile is where all of a Degrave&#8217;s belongings go. some Degraves as big piles, some have little ones that get cleaned up at the end of the week, and some have epiclly huge piles. 3 feet tall, four feet wide, and 4 feet long. I put all piles to shame. Think I should learn the art of housekeeping before I get married?</p>
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		<title>By: dio</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/pile/comment-page-3/#comment-436411</link>
		<dc:creator>dio</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 17:59:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>a pile of trash in the street. there&#039;s a cat there. It stares at me with it&#039;s yellow eyes. I screamed. Suddenly i feel so much pain on the back of my head. i can&#039;t believe this. then the cat is gone. and i can&#039;t see the trash anywhere. What&#039;s happened?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>a pile of trash in the street. there&#8217;s a cat there. It stares at me with it&#8217;s yellow eyes. I screamed. Suddenly i feel so much pain on the back of my head. i can&#8217;t believe this. then the cat is gone. and i can&#8217;t see the trash anywhere. What&#8217;s happened?</p>
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		<title>By: Lauren</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/pile/comment-page-3/#comment-436410</link>
		<dc:creator>Lauren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 17:56:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I piled my clothes in my drawer???? what Happens next!!!!! find out on Friday night!!!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I piled my clothes in my drawer???? what Happens next!!!!! find out on Friday night!!!!!</p>
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		<title>By: Palaniappan Kumarappan</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/pile/comment-page-3/#comment-436409</link>
		<dc:creator>Palaniappan Kumarappan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 17:37:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>All The trophies were piled up in a room. No one really realized how they fought to get each one of them. It&#039;s just that the trophy has an expiry date on the day it was given. But the records stay on forever...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>All The trophies were piled up in a room. No one really realized how they fought to get each one of them. It&#8217;s just that the trophy has an expiry date on the day it was given. But the records stay on forever&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: L. A. Smith</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/pile/comment-page-3/#comment-436408</link>
		<dc:creator>L. A. Smith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 16:53:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Her life was one big beauty pile of work, beauty when she managed to get some of it done, anyway. Otherwise it was more than beastly, bearing down on her every waking thought with the flashing fangs of unfulfilled potential and progress.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Her life was one big beauty pile of work, beauty when she managed to get some of it done, anyway. Otherwise it was more than beastly, bearing down on her every waking thought with the flashing fangs of unfulfilled potential and progress.</p>
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		<title>By: Fred Fingery</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/pile/comment-page-3/#comment-436407</link>
		<dc:creator>Fred Fingery</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 16:51:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>pile wood, wet and knotty, grass aside like drying seaweed surviving the tide, lift up the two-by-four and see the jewels of pillbugs, like moving pebbles, shiny, wet, afraid, running for some new dank shade.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>pile wood, wet and knotty, grass aside like drying seaweed surviving the tide, lift up the two-by-four and see the jewels of pillbugs, like moving pebbles, shiny, wet, afraid, running for some new dank shade.</p>
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		<title>By: Malin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Malin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 16:46:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Pile? Setzen wir mal noch ein L dazwischen; Pille :D
Pillen gibt es viele, es ist ein Medikament (meistens), z.B. die Anti-Baby-Pille :D 
Oder was weiß ich, sie sind klein und rund, haben verschiedene Farben. Jaa...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Pile? Setzen wir mal noch ein L dazwischen; Pille :D<br />
Pillen gibt es viele, es ist ein Medikament (meistens), z.B. die Anti-Baby-Pille :D<br />
Oder was weiß ich, sie sind klein und rund, haben verschiedene Farben. Jaa&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Astrid</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/pile/comment-page-3/#comment-436405</link>
		<dc:creator>Astrid</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 16:46:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was always curious about the always growing pile of pine needles in my grandfather&#039;s back yard. There wasn&#039;t a single pine tree back there, and whenever I tried to dig through it he would shoo me away, telling me that I didn&#039;t want to know what was berried in there. Three months after he passed away, though, I found out how right he was. Hidden beneath those pine needles were the bodies of missing girls.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I was always curious about the always growing pile of pine needles in my grandfather&#8217;s back yard. There wasn&#8217;t a single pine tree back there, and whenever I tried to dig through it he would shoo me away, telling me that I didn&#8217;t want to know what was berried in there. Three months after he passed away, though, I found out how right he was. Hidden beneath those pine needles were the bodies of missing girls.</p>
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		<title>By: Holden</title>
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		<dc:creator>Holden</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 16:44:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Piles sat on his desk. Piles of textbooks, bigger textbooks on little ones, perched precariously on slippery book covers. His computer was buried under a binder and a physics and English notebook and his agenda book, and he had to take them off and put them on the floor before using. It was easier to lay on the bed and work. The cord first had to be rescued from the canyons between the books, river beds of little post-it notes, now unsticky; empty plastic tissue packs, colored paper clips, hopelessly tangled earphones, an MP3 player, thankfully still uncrushed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Piles sat on his desk. Piles of textbooks, bigger textbooks on little ones, perched precariously on slippery book covers. His computer was buried under a binder and a physics and English notebook and his agenda book, and he had to take them off and put them on the floor before using. It was easier to lay on the bed and work. The cord first had to be rescued from the canyons between the books, river beds of little post-it notes, now unsticky; empty plastic tissue packs, colored paper clips, hopelessly tangled earphones, an MP3 player, thankfully still uncrushed.</p>
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