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	<title>Hooked on Fonix</title>
	<link>http://hookedonfonix.com</link>
	<description>Life is misspelled</description>
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		<title>Random Thoughts</title>
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When my time comes 
forget the wrong that I've done.
Help me leave behind some
reasons to be missed.
Don't resent me,
and when you're feeling empty,
keep me in your memory.
Leave out all the rest.
Forgetting all the hurt inside
you've learned to hide so well.
Pretending someone else can come 
and save me from myself.
I can't ...</description>
		<link>http://hookedonfonix.com/2008/03/29/random-thoughts/</link>
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		<title>Leaving Again</title>
		<description>Well, it has been a nice few weeks at home visiting my family and friends.  I always have to leave right as I get used to being back in Tulsa.  Anyways, I have to say that I have learned a lot.

I know that I have 3 friends who ...</description>
		<link>http://hookedonfonix.com/2008/01/05/leaving-again/</link>
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		<title>Giving Thanks</title>
		<description>As I sit on base on this cool November afternoon I can't help but think about my brothers and sisters overseas doing the nations dirty work.  Today must be a very hard day to be away from their families.  I know I may not see my family until ...</description>
		<link>http://hookedonfonix.com/2007/11/22/giving-thanks/</link>
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		<title>First Impressions</title>
		<description>Well, I'm sitting outside stealing a wireless signal so I can surf the net for a little while tonight.  You see, I haven't been assigned an official room the the Detachments barracks because we're still moving people around.  I have started my classes now, and I'm anxious to ...</description>
		<link>http://hookedonfonix.com/2007/10/25/first-impressions/</link>
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		<title>Sunday Morning</title>
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White kitchen walls with a thousand windows
you turn on Winston in the den
and I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano
when you make breakfast after 10
and I smell the coffee on your fingers
I still smell the perfume in the bed
the crushed linen roses on everything
and your still inside my ...</description>
		<link>http://hookedonfonix.com/2007/09/09/sunday-morning/</link>
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