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	<title>Comments on: Happy Birthday, Brian!</title>
	<link>http://colorjoy.com/weblog/archives/575</link>
	<description>Art as an everyday attitude.</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 09:23:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: max</title>
		<link>http://colorjoy.com/weblog/archives/575#comment-532</link>
		<dc:creator>max</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2004 16:53:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ahh....rhubarb!  We had a bunch growing on the side of our garage.  What a Mihigan memory for me.  Alas, I am one of those who don't care for it.  I think rhubarb pie was the only thing my mother or grandmother ever made that I refused to eat, TEE HEE!  There is not enough suger in all the sugar beets in Michigan to make that stuff palatable to me.  As always, I thank you for the fond memories of my childhood your blog always sparks!  Happy birthday to your Husband as well.
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