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	<title>Comments on: Fearless</title>
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		<title>By: jen lemen</title>
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		<dc:creator>jen lemen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 16:16:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>that&#039;s so good!

i like the rebellious joy and violence of &quot;we all go down together!&quot; if things don&#039;t work and the whole thing goes up in flames.  

i decided somewhere along the way that this is the only way for me to live, so there isn&#039;t much of an another option if things don&#039;t work out.  why not play with all our hearts?  with as much joy as we can muster??</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>that&#8217;s so good!</p>
<p>i like the rebellious joy and violence of &#8220;we all go down together!&#8221; if things don&#8217;t work and the whole thing goes up in flames.  </p>
<p>i decided somewhere along the way that this is the only way for me to live, so there isn&#8217;t much of an another option if things don&#8217;t work out.  why not play with all our hearts?  with as much joy as we can muster??</p>
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		<title>By: Brandon</title>
		<link>http://epicchangeblog.org/2009/09/22/fearless/comment-page-1/#comment-15928</link>
		<dc:creator>Brandon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 11:55:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, brilliant post is all I can say, thanks!</description>
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		<title>By: Shannon Aronin</title>
		<link>http://epicchangeblog.org/2009/09/22/fearless/comment-page-1/#comment-15904</link>
		<dc:creator>Shannon Aronin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 19:33:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Stacey this post reminded me of a poignant poem I&#039;m sure you&#039;ve heard but that bears repeating here. Another little reminder to be fearless!

Whatif by Shel Silverstein

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I&#039;m dumb in school?
Whatif they&#039;ve closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there&#039;s poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don&#039;t grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won&#039;t bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don&#039;t grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Stacey this post reminded me of a poignant poem I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;ve heard but that bears repeating here. Another little reminder to be fearless!</p>
<p>Whatif by Shel Silverstein</p>
<p>Last night, while I lay thinking here,<br />
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear<br />
and pranced and partied all night long<br />
and sang their same old Whatif song:<br />
Whatif I&#8217;m dumb in school?<br />
Whatif they&#8217;ve closed the swimming pool?<br />
Whatif I get beat up?<br />
Whatif there&#8217;s poison in my cup?<br />
Whatif I start to cry?<br />
Whatif I get sick and die?<br />
Whatif I flunk that test?<br />
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?<br />
Whatif nobody likes me?<br />
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?<br />
Whatif I don&#8217;t grow talle?<br />
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?<br />
Whatif the fish won&#8217;t bite?<br />
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?<br />
Whatif they start a war?<br />
Whatif my parents get divorced?<br />
Whatif the bus is late?<br />
Whatif my teeth don&#8217;t grow in straight?<br />
Whatif I tear my pants?<br />
Whatif I never learn to dance?<br />
Everything seems well, and then<br />
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!</p>
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