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    <pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 11:58:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>What i meant, part deux,  circa Harlem, 1997, Eddie Chamber's Blu</title>
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      <dc:creator>Idrissufi</dc:creator>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 11:58:51 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;What i meant when I said that, was you never do what I say, cuz you got&lt;br /&gt;your own body odor to deal with;&lt;br /&gt;you got this habit you gotta kick; you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#39;n me used to sing the same songs,&lt;br /&gt;but we was never, ever, in tune.&lt;br /&gt;But now after all these years, i find that the roach i smoked to the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;short, you stubbed out and the black mark is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, as you still stand under that street light on Convent Ave, waiting to catch a cold or a trick, I love you still,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;like I was sixteen all over again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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