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	<title>Comments on: &#8220;Waiting&#8221;</title>
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	<description>Now with 90% less monkey</description>
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		<title>By: AnotherCoward</title>
		<link>http://www.qwertyuppy.com/2005/03/waiting/#comment-11705</link>
		<dc:creator>AnotherCoward</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2005 13:18:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah man... what am I to say?  It is a beautiful piece to be sure... but... I just didn't know what to say.

Alright, I shall do my best.

I do and don't share in your feelings in my relationship with my wife.  For me, it's less adoration and more... motivation.  When she looks at me (and is not angry ;) ) I see nothing but genuine love: a love I'm not worthy of, a love so big I wonder if I can possibly return it, and a love that is perhaps the only thing that keeps me going.

And I totally identify with those last 4 lines.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah man&#8230; what am I to say?  It is a beautiful piece to be sure&#8230; but&#8230; I just didn&#8217;t know what to say.</p>
<p>Alright, I shall do my best.</p>
<p>I do and don&#8217;t share in your feelings in my relationship with my wife.  For me, it&#8217;s less adoration and more&#8230; motivation.  When she looks at me (and is not angry <img src='http://www.qwertyuppy.com/wordpress/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> ) I see nothing but genuine love: a love I&#8217;m not worthy of, a love so big I wonder if I can possibly return it, and a love that is perhaps the only thing that keeps me going.</p>
<p>And I totally identify with those last 4 lines.</p>
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		<title>By: Roger</title>
		<link>http://www.qwertyuppy.com/2005/03/waiting/#comment-11144</link>
		<dc:creator>Roger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 13:16:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hooray!  Someone actually commented.  If I ever meet you Andy, you deserve a certificate of 
appreciation.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hooray!  Someone actually commented.  If I ever meet you Andy, you deserve a certificate of<br />
appreciation.</p>
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		<title>By: Andy Slaughter</title>
		<link>http://www.qwertyuppy.com/2005/03/waiting/#comment-10806</link>
		<dc:creator>Andy Slaughter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 19:06:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow.  Very poignant, touching.  That's really cool that you still value every single moment
with your wife like that. I know for alot of people, those feelings tend to fade after 
years of being married/kids/etc...

I could relate to the dating/waiting thing in high school and early college.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow.  Very poignant, touching.  That&#8217;s really cool that you still value every single moment<br />
with your wife like that. I know for alot of people, those feelings tend to fade after<br />
years of being married/kids/etc&#8230;</p>
<p>I could relate to the dating/waiting thing in high school and early college.</p>
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