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		<title>Hello world!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start blogging!]]></description>
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		<title>Spider</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Not a twitch, not a change, Just stuck to the wall, Like an amateur abseiler, Scared he might fall, I&#8217;m so tempted to prod it, To stir it to life, Or to blow on it, flick at it, Stir up some strife, But I don&#8217;t, I&#8217;m not mean, I&#8217;m a nice kinda guy, I&#8217;ll watch [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vacation Time</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Vacation Time     Where do you think you will go for a break? France or to Spain or Japan? Maybe a tan on a Mexican beach? Checking out skirt in Milan? Some folk will tell you to go to Dubai, Praising its wonderful views, Others have taken a trip around Oz, Travelling on kangaroos. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bertiemoons.com/?p=153</link>
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		<title>When Durbie comes for dinner</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When Durbie comes for dinner   Hello dear readers. I wonder if I might take up a few moments of your time to talk about Durbie – a loafer, parasite, vagabond and miscreant and probably my greatest friend. How to describe him? Have you ever met a moody beaver, King Street West and Spadina? Oh [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bertiemoons.com/?p=150</link>
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		<title>In Conversation- With a Poet</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In Conversation – With a Poet   We go this week to a leafy, tranquil hamlet in the Cotswolds. The hamlet has the rather poetic name of Titchyneesthorpe. Where better to meet with the legendary poet, sculptor, bee-keeper and chin-reader – Arthur Loopy? Now an elderly man in his late seventies he was once much [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bertiemoons.com/?p=147</link>
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		<title>In Conversation- With a Folk Band</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In Conversation – With a Folk Band   The Interviewer meets the band ‘Casterbridge Boys’ rehearsing in the upstairs of a pub. They are a group of Westcountry old boys. Arrr!   Jack Stop! Stop! Stop! Fred, don’t forget to hit that big E chord with the doodah below when I sing ‘with lovely withers’ [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bertiemoons.com/?p=145</link>
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		<title>In Conversation- With a Gardener</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In Conversation- With a Gardener   Interviewer Today’s meeting of ‘In Conversation’ is with one of the recent bloomers of the gardening fraternity. A man celebrated for his TV series and recent book, both entitled ‘Dirty Fingers.’ Using my questions as a metaphorical trowel, I will attempt to dig through the surface, to get down [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bertiemoons.com/?p=142</link>
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		<title>The Hanging: Video</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Hanging &#124; HD Put Your Description Here, Mark!!]]></description>
		<link>http://bertiemoons.com/?p=136</link>
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		<title>The Dog who Thought it could Sing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There once lived a dog, called Doopsy. It had long brown scraggy-looking hair, a little like a setter, with a touch of mongrel (and mange). A pretty ordinary looking dog to be honest. But heaven help you, should you ever utter that in its presence, for this dog was special – it was a singing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bertiemoons.com/?p=112</link>
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		<title>The Boy and the String</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Little Jimmy, Little Jimmy, naughty Jimmy Sprag. A boy of ten, with mischievous eyes, an evil smirk, a ready bag of tricks and stunts to play upon his sister Pat. He spies upon the kitchen table a parcel wrapped in string, a present from his auntie Lou to his mother (a knitted hat.) But Jimmy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bertiemoons.com/?p=109</link>
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