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		<title>By: Journey Into A Poet&#8217;s Heart &#187; Blog Archive &#187; She Didn&#8217;t Say Goodbye</title>
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		<dc:creator>Journey Into A Poet&#8217;s Heart &#187; Blog Archive &#187; She Didn&#8217;t Say Goodbye</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 22:07:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] wrote Goodbye back in June 2004 on a lazy summer afternoon while I was on phone with my friend Meena. I think [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Mukesh</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mukesh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 11:44:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot; Poets are mirror of the society &quot; who shows the dreams ,truth, events , and all 
what happend around us. I like this  poem, looks like the old passed time is suddenly 
stood up in frount of me. lage raho munna bhai. whish you will go so high where 
we try to see you the hat turn down from our head.
thanks&amp; regds
mukesh</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8221; Poets are mirror of the society &#8221; who shows the dreams ,truth, events , and all<br />
what happend around us. I like this  poem, looks like the old passed time is suddenly<br />
stood up in frount of me. lage raho munna bhai. whish you will go so high where<br />
we try to see you the hat turn down from our head.<br />
thanks&amp; regds<br />
mukesh</p>
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		<title>By: Arti</title>
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		<dc:creator>Arti</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 15:18:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;Lord, if it’s life then I’d rather die
And I’ll never ask why she didn’t say goodbye.&quot;

The poem is beautiful but I love the way you have ended this poem. There could&#039;ve not been any other way to end it so as to give justice to what is written above.

Keep writing my friend
GBU
Arti

P.S. Do visit Heart Speaks To Heart when/if you get the time
http://artihonrao.conforums.com</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Lord, if it’s life then I’d rather die<br />
And I’ll never ask why she didn’t say goodbye.&#8221;</p>
<p>The poem is beautiful but I love the way you have ended this poem. There could&#8217;ve not been any other way to end it so as to give justice to what is written above.</p>
<p>Keep writing my friend<br />
GBU<br />
Arti</p>
<p>P.S. Do visit Heart Speaks To Heart when/if you get the time<br />
<a href="http://artihonrao.conforums.com" rel="nofollow">http://artihonrao.conforums.com</a></p>
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