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	<title>Comments on: SOS One Hundred Years Old</title>
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		<title>By: Seattle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Seattle</dc:creator>
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		<description>In favor of slavery?!?!?!?!  Thank goddie no one told me this when I was a wee'un just a raising.  I was obsessed with telegraphs which my friend and I used to make in her father's workshop.. spending days of our young lives winding copper wire to make electromagnets.  Then we would wire the house, the yard (we always planned the world... but went on to more mundane pursuits)-- the excitement when the telegraphs actually worked was always great... although the fun of fixing them when they didn't was almost better -- and so we would morse code our little fingers off, though I can't remember a single word of a single message but I can still remember "M" - - and "P"  . - - .</description>
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