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	<title>Comments on: The man in my mirror</title>
	<link>http://www.polimom.com/2006/06/18/the-man-in-my-mirror/</link>
	<description>I used to be in the middle, but they keep moving the line!</description>
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		<title>by: Thom</title>
		<link>http://www.polimom.com/2006/06/18/the-man-in-my-mirror/#comment-9242</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2006 22:17:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Hey, thanks Polimom, for going and listening, I really appreciate it. And as far as my Dad enjoying the song--ha! As soon as I finished it, with all the family around, he got up , said (graveled) "Write a song for your mother!" and wallked away. He HATED the stage, bless him. (I already had written one for my ma, BTW.)

Yes and yes. It's funny and sad and stupid or something that so many of  us take so long to  grow up into love. Especially for us guys, I think you'd agree. I unabashedly love the old grouch, and he knows it.

Happy days to you. I'll be back.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey, thanks Polimom, for going and listening, I really appreciate it. And as far as my Dad enjoying the song&#8211;ha! As soon as I finished it, with all the family around, he got up , said (graveled) &#8220;Write a song for your mother!&#8221; and wallked away. He HATED the stage, bless him. (I already had written one for my ma, BTW.)</p>
<p>Yes and yes. It&#8217;s funny and sad and stupid or something that so many of  us take so long to  grow up into love. Especially for us guys, I think you&#8217;d agree. I unabashedly love the old grouch, and he knows it.</p>
<p>Happy days to you. I&#8217;ll be back.
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		<title>by: Polimom</title>
		<link>http://www.polimom.com/2006/06/18/the-man-in-my-mirror/#comment-9161</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2006 12:25:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Thom --   Thanks so much for sharing the link and song.  You're a &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; guitar player, btw!  I'm jealous!  

I hope your dad enjoyed your song as much as mine did this post.  

It's impossible to overstate a father's impact, and in many ways (though I wish less of the road was behind me), I'm glad I'm old enough now to articulate my love and gratitude.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thom &#8212;   Thanks so much for sharing the link and song.  You&#8217;re a <em>wonderful</em> guitar player, btw!  I&#8217;m jealous!  </p>
<p>I hope your dad enjoyed your song as much as mine did this post.  </p>
<p>It&#8217;s impossible to overstate a father&#8217;s impact, and in many ways (though I wish less of the road was behind me), I&#8217;m glad I&#8217;m old enough now to articulate my love and gratitude.
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		<title>by: Thom</title>
		<link>http://www.polimom.com/2006/06/18/the-man-in-my-mirror/#comment-8986</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 16:24:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Oh, sorry--it's the song called "Donald."</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, sorry&#8211;it&#8217;s the song called &#8220;Donald.&#8221;
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		<title>by: Thom</title>
		<link>http://www.polimom.com/2006/06/18/the-man-in-my-mirror/#comment-8985</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 16:23:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Amen, Polimom, Amen. Here's to my old once-open-a-Harley, twice into the Army, 11 kids fathered, half his voicebox out, gravel-voiced, 50 years and counting with my good momma Dad. Here's to him. (And &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/littlethom" rel="nofollow"&gt;here's s song I wrote about him one Father's Day&lt;/a&gt;—-without realizing it was Father's Day—long ago.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Amen, Polimom, Amen. Here&#8217;s to my old once-open-a-Harley, twice into the Army, 11 kids fathered, half his voicebox out, gravel-voiced, 50 years and counting with my good momma Dad. Here&#8217;s to him. (And <a href="http://www.purevolume.com/littlethom" rel="nofollow">here&#8217;s s song I wrote about him one Father&#8217;s Day</a>—-without realizing it was Father&#8217;s Day—long ago.)
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