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  <title>Ding ding kubjelle</title>
  <subtitle>Kubjelle</subtitle>
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    <name>Kubjelle</name>
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  <updated>2007-03-27T20:50:03Z</updated>
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    <title>Older Chests</title>
    <published>2007-03-27T20:50:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-27T20:50:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Older chests reveal themselves&lt;br /&gt; Like a crack in a wall&lt;br /&gt; Starting small, and grow in time&lt;br /&gt; And we all seem to need the help&lt;br /&gt; Of someone else&lt;br /&gt; To mend that shelf&lt;br /&gt; of too many books&lt;br /&gt; Read me your favourite line&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Papa went to other lands&lt;br /&gt; And he found someone who understands&lt;br /&gt; The ticking, and the western man's need to cry&lt;br /&gt; He came back the other day, yeah you know&lt;br /&gt; Some things in life may change&lt;br /&gt; And some things&lt;br /&gt; They stay the same&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Like time, there's always time&lt;br /&gt; On my mind&lt;br /&gt; So pass me by, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt; Just give me time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Older gents sit on the fence&lt;br /&gt; With their cap in hand&lt;br /&gt; Looking grand&lt;br /&gt; They watch their city change&lt;br /&gt; Children scream, or so it seems,&lt;br /&gt; Louder than before&lt;br /&gt; Out of doors, into stores with bigger names&lt;br /&gt; Mama tried to wash their faces&lt;br /&gt; But these kids they lost their graces&lt;br /&gt; And daddy lost at the races too many times&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She broke down the other day, yeah you know&lt;br /&gt; Some things in life may change&lt;br /&gt; And some things they stay the same&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Like time, time, there's always time&lt;br /&gt; On my mind&lt;br /&gt; So pass me by, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt; Just give me time,&lt;br /&gt; Time, there's always time&lt;br /&gt; On my mind&lt;br /&gt; Pass me by, I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt; Just give me time</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kubjelle:1007</id>
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    <title>Dennis</title>
    <published>2007-03-25T22:30:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-25T22:30:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dette er forresten beste hunden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kubjelle/pic/000013ws/"&gt;&lt;img width="180" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kubjelle/pic/000013ws/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kubjelle:537</id>
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    <title>Så var det på 'an igjen</title>
    <published>2007-03-25T21:46:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-25T21:52:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fresh start. Blanke ark med fargestifter til. Kall det hva du vil, jeg har flyttet livejournalen min hit i stedet. Var så mye svada i den gamle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siden sist har jeg flyttet til kjelleren til svigers på Toten, spilt alt for mye WoW, gått ned et par kilo og vært nesten en uke i Oslo på besøk hos de herlige vennene mine. :) Beste uka på veldig veldig lenge, og best humør på veldig veldig lenge. Dere betyr mye for meg :)&lt;br /&gt;Også har jeg fått nytt kamera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man tenker egentlig ganske mye når man sitter inne hele dagen, men lite av det har vel egentlig vært så veldig relevant... gleder meg til å komme meg i egen leilighet sammen med kjæresten min, jeg liker ikke helt å ikke ha noen ordentlig alenetid sammen med ham. Tærer litt, men jeg håper det ordner seg når vi flytter og at vi blir flinkere til å være Kjærester der. Hvis ikke blir jeg egentlig ganske så trist av meg. Tror ikke jeg kommer til å overleve om vi skal sitte foran dataen hele dagen der også. :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sånn ellers, drama i fleng. Folk som lyver og sprer rykter, som virkelig burde finne seg bedre ting å gjøre enn å lufte vaktbikkjene sine og som åpenbart trenger psykologisk hjelp. Helst innleggelse. Pronto. Jeg synes det er himla søtt at hun gidder å ta seg tid til å BRY seg så veldig da, må innrømme det.</content>
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