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	<title>Comments on: 05/31/13 &#8211; Leaf Jumping</title>
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		<title>By: Nafisa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nafisa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 01:42:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sliding down a hay stack was fun sometimes you wound up with hay under your shirt.  The really bad thing was getting caught by your Dad.  That hay is not for sliding I worked hard to get there.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sliding down a hay stack was fun sometimes you wound up with hay under your shirt.  The really bad thing was getting caught by your Dad.  That hay is not for sliding I worked hard to get there.</p>
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		<title>By: reynard61</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2013 02:30:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>During the Summer of 1977 my family lived on a farm and one of the things that we had to do was cut, bale, transport and stack hay. (And the bales weighed *80 lbs.* each!) Needless to say; in addition to the backaches we all got, we also came down with what we eventually referred to as &quot;The Itch&quot;. (Hay dust can get into the *darnedest* places no matter how well you think you&#039;ve covered up!) Luckily, there was a National Park nearby that would let us use their shower facilities to clean up. (The farm itself had running water for the sinks and toilet, but the owner hadn&#039;t installed the bathtub in the farmhouse yet.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>During the Summer of 1977 my family lived on a farm and one of the things that we had to do was cut, bale, transport and stack hay. (And the bales weighed *80 lbs.* each!) Needless to say; in addition to the backaches we all got, we also came down with what we eventually referred to as &#8220;The Itch&#8221;. (Hay dust can get into the *darnedest* places no matter how well you think you&#8217;ve covered up!) Luckily, there was a National Park nearby that would let us use their shower facilities to clean up. (The farm itself had running water for the sinks and toilet, but the owner hadn&#8217;t installed the bathtub in the farmhouse yet.)</p>
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		<title>By: War Pig</title>
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		<dc:creator>War Pig</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2013 02:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Apparently you never had a brother who used to hide &quot;things&quot; in the leaf pile.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Apparently you never had a brother who used to hide &#8220;things&#8221; in the leaf pile.</p>
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		<title>By: Sensei Ken</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sensei Ken</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 May 2013 21:30:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Also overrated: Haystacks.  

Cuddling with an SO in a haystack like rolling on a bed of thorns.</description>
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<p>Cuddling with an SO in a haystack like rolling on a bed of thorns.</p>
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		<title>By: crookedwolf</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 May 2013 17:03:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I really enjoyed it, unless they were soggy in the middle. Ewww, slugs..</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I really enjoyed it, unless they were soggy in the middle. Ewww, slugs..</p>
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		<title>By: anth</title>
		<link>http://www.littledee.net/?p=3862&#038;cpage=1#comment-7193</link>
		<dc:creator>anth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 May 2013 15:42:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Being of the suburbs, we raked our leaves into the street where they would be picked up. I tried jumping into a pile once, on the asphalt. ow.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Being of the suburbs, we raked our leaves into the street where they would be picked up. I tried jumping into a pile once, on the asphalt. ow.</p>
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