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    <name><![CDATA[Ani]]></name>
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  <read_at>Sat Oct 31 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
  <date_added>Mon Oct 19 16:59:44 -0700 2009</date_added>
  <date_updated>Sat Oct 31 03:22:41 -0700 2009</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[Each sonnet is line by line brilliant. Like proper drunks some lines love you man, some lines pick fights with you, some sing. All are incredibly vividly alive. All are love.<br/><br/>I talk to the author about booze and girls: <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.writers-bloc.net/2009/10/29/daniel-bailey-is-a-drunken-face-to-love" title="http://www.writers-bloc.net/2009/10/29/daniel-bailey-is-a-drunken-face-to-love">http://www.writers-bloc.net/2009/10/29/d...</a>]]></body>
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