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	<title>Comentários sobre: a espera, talvez</title>
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		<title>Por: garota do Blah</title>
		<link>http://jururu.wordpress.com/2008/06/18/a-espera-talvez/#comment-51</link>
		<dc:creator>garota do Blah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 13:29:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>claudia - gostei dessa brincadeira do &quot;nós&quot; e do &quot;nos&quot;. é isso, às vezes a batalha não tem por onde e o que fica são os versos.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>claudia &#8211; gostei dessa brincadeira do &#8220;nós&#8221; e do &#8220;nos&#8221;. é isso, às vezes a batalha não tem por onde e o que fica são os versos.</p>
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		<title>Por: claudia guay</title>
		<link>http://jururu.wordpress.com/2008/06/18/a-espera-talvez/#comment-49</link>
		<dc:creator>claudia guay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 16:59:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>INTENSO.
a poesia ganha qdo nós perdemos. 
(ou qdo nos perdemos)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>INTENSO.<br />
a poesia ganha qdo nós perdemos.<br />
(ou qdo nos perdemos)</p>
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		<title>Por: garota do Blah</title>
		<link>http://jururu.wordpress.com/2008/06/18/a-espera-talvez/#comment-44</link>
		<dc:creator>garota do Blah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 12:15:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>empresta mesmo? =p</description>
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		<title>Por: Tatit</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 12:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>vou te emprestar samuel becket, nêga.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>vou te emprestar samuel becket, nêga.</p>
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