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		By: Rebecca		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Yes, he is so very dear.  I love that poem by Milne, which I wrote around the edges of the thank-you notes for William&#039;s sixth birthday.  It&#039;s titled &quot;The End,&quot; because it is the closing poem of Milne&#039;s book called &quot;Now We are Six.&quot;  But I wonder, too, if it wasn&#039;t wishful thinking on Milne&#039;s part, who very clearly mourned the growing up of his own boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Christopher Robin to Pooh:  &quot;Promise you won&#039;t forget about me ever? Not even when I&#039;m a hundred?&quot;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, he is so very dear.  I love that poem by Milne, which I wrote around the edges of the thank-you notes for William&#8217;s sixth birthday.  It&#8217;s titled &#8220;The End,&#8221; because it is the closing poem of Milne&#8217;s book called &#8220;Now We are Six.&#8221;  But I wonder, too, if it wasn&#8217;t wishful thinking on Milne&#8217;s part, who very clearly mourned the growing up of his own boy.  </p>
<p>Says Christopher Robin to Pooh:  &#8220;Promise you won&#8217;t forget about me ever? Not even when I&#8217;m a hundred?&#8221;</p>
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		By: Beth		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2005 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He is a dear boy!  and to think that he is already six almost makes me cry.]]></description>
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