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	<title>Comments on: The Graupel Has Arrived!</title>
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		<title>By: Wendell Galloway</title>
		<link>http://weathertrex.com/2008/01/19/the-graupel-has-arrived/#comment-59</link>
		<dc:creator>Wendell Galloway</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 23:22:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>sh3x77iytt3g3m21</description>
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		<title>By: Sally B.</title>
		<link>http://weathertrex.com/2008/01/19/the-graupel-has-arrived/#comment-22</link>
		<dc:creator>Sally B.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 20:40:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>HELLLLOOOOOOO PONY !!!!</description>
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		<title>By: Sally B.</title>
		<link>http://weathertrex.com/2008/01/19/the-graupel-has-arrived/#comment-21</link>
		<dc:creator>Sally B.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 20:14:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>3:05 pm
.....And the little boy pleaded and pleaded for pony for Christmas.  His parents told him again and again, that the prospects for the pony were growing dim.  And when Christmas Day arrived, alas, there was no pony under the Christmas tree, only a pile of pony @#%&#38;.  Everyone felt sad for the little boy, but he dug into the pile of @#%&#38; with mad abandon, obviously looking for the object of his intense desire.  And his dismayed parents said "What in the world are you doing, what are you looking for in that pile of @#%&#38; ??"  And he replied "I know what I asked Santa for, and there's a pony in there somewhere!!" 
We, too, are waiting for the PONY.</description>
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&#8230;..And the little boy pleaded and pleaded for pony for Christmas.  His parents told him again and again, that the prospects for the pony were growing dim.  And when Christmas Day arrived, alas, there was no pony under the Christmas tree, only a pile of pony @#%&amp;.  Everyone felt sad for the little boy, but he dug into the pile of @#%&amp; with mad abandon, obviously looking for the object of his intense desire.  And his dismayed parents said &#8220;What in the world are you doing, what are you looking for in that pile of @#%&amp; ??&#8221;  And he replied &#8220;I know what I asked Santa for, and there&#8217;s a pony in there somewhere!!&#8221;<br />
We, too, are waiting for the PONY.</p>
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