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		<title>Thriller</title>
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		<title>Bad</title>
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		<title>Billie Jean</title>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She was more like a beauty queen<br />from a movie scene.<br />I said don&#8217;t mind<br />but what do you mean<br />I am the one<br />who will dance on the floor in the round.<br />She said I am the one<br />who will dance on the floor in the round.<br />She told me her name was <br />as she caused a scene.<br />Then every head turned<br />with eyes that dreamed of being the one<br />who will dance on the floor in the round.<br />People always told me:<br />- be careful what you do<br />- don&#8217;t go around breaking young girl&#8217;s hearts.<br />And mother always told me:<br />- be careful of who you love<br />- be careful of what you do<br />- cause the lie becomes the truth.<br /> is not my lover<br />she&#8217;s just a girl<br />who claims that I am the one<br />but the kid is not my son.<br />She says I am the one<br />but the kid is not my son.<br />For forty days and for forty nights<br />law was on her side<br />but who can stand<br />when she&#8217;s in demand her schemes and plans.<br />Cause we danced on the floor in the round.<br />So take my strong advice<br />just remember to always think twice.<br />(Do think twice)<br />She told:<br />- my baby we?d danced till three<br />and she looked at me.<br />Then showed a photo<br />my baby cries<br />his eyes would like mine.<br />But we danced on the floor in the round, baby.<br />People always told me:<br />- be careful of what you do<br />- don&#8217;t go around breaking young girl&#8217;s hearts.<br />But she came and stood right by me<br />just the smell of sweet perfume<br />this happened much too soon<br />as she called me to her room.<br /> is not my lover<br />she&#8217;s just a girl<br />who claims that I am the one<br />but the kid is not my son. [2x]<br />She says I am the one<br />but the kid is not my son. [2x]<br /> is not my lover<br />she&#8217;s just a girl<br />who claims that I am the one<br />(no it just ain?t me baby)<br />but the kid is not my son.<br />She says I am the one<br />but the kid is not my son.<br />She says I am the one<br />(you know what you did)<br />she says he is my son<br />(breaking my heart baby)<br />she says I am the one.<br /> is not my lover<br /> is not my lover<br /> is not my lover<br /> is not my lover<br />(call me )<br /> is not my lover<br />(she is not above a scene)<br /> is not my lover.</p>
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		<title>Ben</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2012 21:36:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Will You be There</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars. The river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. Hardly a word was said during the next three-quarters of an hour. Now the raft was passing [...]]]></description>
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<p>The river was not high, so there was not more <a href="http://skeevisarts.com">than a two or three mile current</a>. Hardly a word was<br />
said<strong> during the next three-quarters of</strong> an hour. Now the raft was passing before the distant town. Two or three glimmering lights showed where it lay, peacefully sleeping, beyond the <em>vague vast sweep</em> of star-gemmed water, unconscious of the <span style="text-decoration: underline;">tremendous</span> event that was happening.</p>
<ul>
<li>The <strong>Black Avenger</strong> stood still with folded arms, &#8220;looking his last&#8221; upon</li>
<li>the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing</li>
<li>&#8220;she&#8221; <em>could see him now</em>, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. It was but a small strain on his imagination to remove Jackson&acute;s Island</li>
<li>beyond eyeshot of the village, and so he &#8220;looked his last&#8221; with a</li>
<li>broken and satisfied heart. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">The other pirates</span> were looking their last,</li>
<li>too; and they all <a href="#">looked</a> so long that they came near letting the</li>
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<p>When the last crisp slice of bacon was gone, and the last allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment. They could have found a cooler place, but they would not deny themselves such a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire.</p>
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		<title>Sub Page in 2</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars. The river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. Hardly a word was said during the next three-quarters of an hour. Now the raft was passing [...]]]></description>
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<p>The river was not high, so there was not more <a href="http://skeevisarts.com">than a two or three mile current</a>. Hardly a word was<br />
said<strong> during the next three-quarters of</strong> an hour. Now the raft was passing before the distant town. Two or three glimmering lights showed where it lay, peacefully sleeping, beyond the <em>vague vast sweep</em> of star-gemmed water, unconscious of the <span style="text-decoration: underline;">tremendous</span> event that was happening.</p>
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<li>They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty</li>
<li>steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some</li>
<li>bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn &#8220;pone&#8221;</li>
<li>stock they had brought. It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that</li>
<li>wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited</li>
<li>island, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would</li>
<li>return to civilization. The climbing fire lit up their faces and threw</li>
<li>its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple,</li>
<li>and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.</li>
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<p>When the last crisp slice of bacon was gone, and the last allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment. They could have found a cooler place, but they would not deny themselves such a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire.</p>
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		<title>Sub Page in 1</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars. current drift them out of the range of the island. But they discovered the danger in time, and made shift to avert it. About two o&#180;clock in the morning the raft grounded on the [...]]]></description>
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<p>current drift them out of the range of the island. But they discovered the danger in time, and made shift to avert it. About two o&acute;clock in the morning the raft grounded on the bar two hundred yards above the head of the island, and they waded back and forth until they had landed their freight.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Part of the little raft&acute;s belongings consisted of an old sail, and this they spread over a nook in the bushes for a tent to shelter their provisions; but they themselves would sleep in the open air in good weather, as became outlaws.</p>
<ol>
<li>They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty</li>
<li>steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some</li>
<li>bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn &#8220;pone&#8221;</li>
<li>stock they had brought. It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that</li>
<li>wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited</li>
<li>island, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would</li>
<li>return to civilization. The climbing fire lit up their faces and threw</li>
<li>its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple,</li>
<li>and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.</li>
</ol>
<p>When the last crisp slice of bacon was gone, and the last allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment. They could have found a cooler place, but they would not deny themselves such a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire.</p>
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		<title>Archive Pages</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars. The Black Avenger stood still with folded arms, &#8220;looking his last&#8221; upon the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing &#8220;she&#8221; could see him now, abroad on the wild sea, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.</p></blockquote>
<ul>
<li>The <strong>Black Avenger</strong> stood still with folded arms, &#8220;looking his last&#8221; upon</li>
<li>the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing</li>
<li>&#8220;she&#8221; <em>could see him now</em>, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. It was but a small strain on his imagination to remove Jackson&acute;s Island</li>
<li>beyond eyeshot of the village, and so he &#8220;looked his last&#8221; with a</li>
<li>broken and satisfied heart. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">The other pirates</span> were looking their last,</li>
<li>too; and they all <a href="#">looked</a> so long that they came near letting the</li>
</ul>
<ol>
<li>They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty</li>
<li>steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some</li>
<li>bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn &#8220;pone&#8221;</li>
<li>stock they had brought. It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that</li>
<li>wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited</li>
<li>island, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would</li>
<li>return to civilization. The climbing fire lit up their faces and threw</li>
<li>its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple,</li>
<li>and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.</li>
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		<description><![CDATA[The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars. The river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. Hardly a word was said during the next three-quarters of an hour. Now the raft was passing [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.</p></blockquote>
<p>The river was not high, so there was not more <a href="http://skeevisarts.com">than a two or three mile current</a>. Hardly a word was<br />
said<strong> during the next three-quarters of</strong> an hour. Now the raft was passing before the distant town. Two or three glimmering lights showed where it lay, peacefully sleeping, beyond the <em>vague vast sweep</em> of star-gemmed water, unconscious of the <span style="text-decoration: underline;">tremendous</span> event that was happening.</p>
<ul>
<li>The <strong>Black Avenger</strong> stood still with folded arms, &#8220;looking his last&#8221; upon</li>
<li>the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing</li>
<li>&#8220;she&#8221; <em>could see him now</em>, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. It was but a small strain on his imagination to remove Jacksons Island</li>
<li>beyond eyeshot of the village, and so he &#8220;looked his last&#8221; with a</li>
<li>broken and satisfied heart. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">The other pirates</span> were looking their last,</li>
<li>too; and they all <a href="#">looked</a> so long that they came near letting the</li>
</ul>
<p>current drift them out of the range of the island. But they discovered the danger in time, and made shift to avert it. About two oclock in the morning the raft grounded on the bar two hundred yards above the head of the island, and they waded back and forth until they had landed their freight.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Part of the little rafts belongings consisted of an old sail, and this they spread over a nook in the bushes for a tent to shelter their provisions; but they themselves would sleep in the open air in good weather, as became outlaws.</p>
<ol>
<li>They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty</li>
<li>steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some</li>
<li>bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn &#8220;pone&#8221;</li>
<li>stock they had brought. It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that</li>
<li>wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited</li>
<li>island, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would</li>
<li>return to civilization. The climbing fire lit up their faces and threw</li>
<li>its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple,</li>
<li>and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.</li>
</ol>
<p>When the last crisp slice of bacon was gone, and the last allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment. They could have found a cooler place, but they would not deny themselves such a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire.</p>
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