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      <title>Medieval Lyrics by Mrs. Marceau-Wooten</title>
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      <description>ENG 241 900ZR</description>
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      <pubDate>2019-02-26 15:23:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Drunken Brother: Jack, Toby</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>On a summ'r nights eve,<br>Minen broth'r drinketh to ye goode song,<br>he layeth on thy floor, malt-worm from bef're<br>He waketh with thy sh'rts on and thy Oreo in thy pockets</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-26 15:44:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Bimmer</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>'T wast a halcyon wint'r evening,<br>At which hour I hath lost mine own legs,<br>Although not specifically my own legs were leaving,<br>But the wheels to mine own vehicle, now pegged,<br>Deem'd unsafe to driveth,<br>Although, 't is not all lacking in luck,<br>F'r anon, a g'rman is on the roadeth.</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Olivia, Taylor, Madison<br>There once was an old tree,<br>Where you can lay and play<br>Theres  fruit for you and me</div><div>You could spend all day<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></div><div>T</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-26 15:52:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>O&#39; How My Onions Tumble by Skyler and Cassidy</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>There thy am with onions aburden<br>There be Satan last name Yerdon<br>Pauldron meet me shoulder and onions went a tumble<br>Wenteth our hands for the onions my heart went a crumble </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-26 15:59:57 UTC</pubDate>
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