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		<title>Suite du Profil SL</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would would be a mom]]></description>
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<p>Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.<br />
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.<br />
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.<br />
Mrs. Smith would would be a mom<br />
which would make him the dad!<br />
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.<br />
It wasn&#8217;t human at all,<br />
it was a robot boy!<br />
He wasn&#8217;t warm and cuddly<br />
and he didn&#8217;t have skin.<br />
Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin.<br />
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.<br />
He just lay there and stared,<br />
not living or dead.</p>
<p><img src="http://homepage.eircom.net/%7Esebulbac/burton/images/robotboy/bot_2.gif" border="0" alt="" width="255" height="200" /></p>
<p>The only time he seemed alive at all<br />
was with a long extension cord<br />
plugged into the wall.</p>
<p>Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor,<br />
&laquo;&nbsp;What have you done to my boy?<br />
He&#8217;s not flesh and blood,<br />
he&#8217;s aluminum alloy!&nbsp;&raquo;</p>
<p>The doctor said gently,<br />
&laquo;&nbsp;What I&#8217;m going to say<br />
will sound pretty wild.<br />
But you&#8217;re not the father<br />
of this strange looking child.<br />
You see, there still is some question<br />
about the child&#8217;s gender,<br />
but we think that its father<br />
is a microwave blender.&nbsp;&raquo;</p>
<p><img src="http://homepage.eircom.net/%7Esebulbac/burton/images/robotboy/bot_3.gif" border="0" alt="" width="184" height="250" /></p>
<p>The Smith&#8217;s lives were now filled<br />
with misery and strife.<br />
Mrs. Smith hated her husband,<br />
and he hated his wife.<br />
He never forgave her unholy alliance:<br />
a sexual encounter<br />
with a kitchen appliance.</p>
<p>And Robot Boy<br />
grew to be a young man.</p>
<p>Though he was often mistaken<br />
for a garbage can.</p>
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		<title>°)°</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[

Her skin is white cloth,
and she&#8217;s all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.
She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,
the pins stick [...]]]></description>
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<p>Her skin is white cloth,<br />
and she&#8217;s all sewn apart<br />
and she has many colored pins<br />
sticking out of her heart.</p>
<p>She has many different zombies<br />
who are deeply in her trance.<br />
She even has a zombie<br />
who was originally from France.</p>
<p><img src="http://homepage.eircom.net/%7Esebulbac/burton/images/voodoo/voodoo_girl_2.gif" border="0" alt="" width="389" height="140" /></p>
<p>But she knows she has a curse on her,<br />
a curse she cannot win.<br />
For if someone gets<br />
too close to her,</p>
<p>the pins stick farther in.</p>
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