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	<title>Comments on: A Strange Coincidence</title>
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		<title>By: Chris</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 05:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I read the poem and immediately thought about video games. Real life war and dying is nothing like video games, which glamorize and desensitize, a fact you didn't want to know when you were a teen. That poem brings it home. War brings intense suffering for those who die and for those who remain "living."</description>
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