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  <title>Mineral Wells Index, Mineral Wells, TX Sweet Talk</title>
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  <updated>2012-02-08T13:57:35-06:00</updated>
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    <entry>
      <title>Either the dog or the husband need to go – but which one?</title>
      <author>
        <name></name>
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            href="http://mineralwellsindex.com/sweettalk/x2053735225/Either-the-dog-or-the-husband-need-to-go-but-which-one"/>
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      <updated>2012-02-06T08:28:35-06:00</updated>
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        &lt;p&gt;
	A. E. Houseman, noted Welsh poet of fairly recent times, echoed my feelings in his &amp;#8220;Collected Poems&amp;#8221; of 1939 when he wrote: &amp;#8220;The stars have not dealt me the worst they could do: My pleasures are plenty, my troubles are two. But oh, my two troubles they reave me of rest, the brains in my head and the heart in my breast.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

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    <entry>
      <title>Sweet Talk: Like husband, like dog</title>
      <author>
        <name></name>
      </author>
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            href="http://mineralwellsindex.com/sweettalk/x1296873695/Sweet-Talk-Like-husband-like-dog"/>
      <id>urn:uuid:ebabf163-0ad8-40b4-9bea-8f0e0a585abc</id>
      <updated>2012-01-30T08:30:42-06:00</updated>
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        &lt;p&gt;
	&amp;#8220;Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware of giving your heart to a dog to tear&amp;#8221; from Rudyard Kipling&amp;#8217;s &amp;#8220;Power of the Dog&amp;#8221; (date unknown).&lt;/p&gt;

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    <entry>
      <title>Sweet Talk: Using exercise to sync body and mind</title>
      <author>
        <name></name>
      </author>
      <link rel="alternate"
            href="http://mineralwellsindex.com/sweettalk/x1669698771/Sweet-Talk-Using-exercise-to-sync-body-and-mind"/>
      <id>urn:uuid:d927d388-75d7-445b-8127-cbe51e568532</id>
      <updated>2012-01-23T08:18:56-06:00</updated>
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        &lt;p&gt;
	The English poet John Dryden, in the 18th Century, wrote a letter of advice to a kinsman: &amp;#8220;Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.&amp;#160; The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work, for man to mend.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

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    <entry>
      <title>Sweet Talk: Our long road of marriage taking an interesting turn</title>
      <author>
        <name></name>
      </author>
      <link rel="alternate"
            href="http://mineralwellsindex.com/sweettalk/x1770111629/Sweet-Talk-Our-long-road-of-marriage-taking-an-interesting-turn"/>
      <id>urn:uuid:7cea605e-863e-44e1-a9d1-5c190d73b058</id>
      <updated>2012-01-16T08:03:46-06:00</updated>
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        &lt;p&gt;
	Robert Burns, in an obviously poetic and pensive mind, wrote to a friend, sometime during the 1700s, &amp;#8220;To make a happy fire-side clime, to weans and wife, that&amp;#8217;s the true pathos and sublime of human life.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

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    <entry>
      <title>SWEET TALK: I need to lie down - but can’t</title>
      <author>
        <name></name>
      </author>
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            href="http://mineralwellsindex.com/sweettalk/x1666056517/SWEET-TALK-I-need-to-lie-down-but-can-t"/>
      <id>urn:uuid:63a9e3e7-4455-4842-a30c-0f03a4ed9f35</id>
      <updated>2012-01-01T08:30:05-06:00</updated>
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        &lt;p&gt;
	In 1710, English writer, Johnathan Swift wrote in &amp;#8220;Journal to Stella&amp;#8221; a pair of comments regarding weather. One was written in October, when he called the weather &amp;#8220;Plaguy&amp;#8221; and cheapened it to a value of &amp;#8220;twelvepenny.&amp;#8221; The other, written in November, told us that &amp;#8220;&amp;#8217;Tis very warm weather when one&amp;#8217;s in bed.&amp;#8217;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

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    <entry>
      <title>Sweet Talk  Christmases, and the gifts, have improved over the years</title>
      <author>
        <name></name>
      </author>
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            href="http://mineralwellsindex.com/sweettalk/x1750829442/Sweet-Talk-Christmases-and-the-gifts-have-improved-over-the-years"/>
      <id>urn:uuid:72a2d0fe-e8b9-474e-a4f0-d215c784e648</id>
      <updated>2011-12-27T09:28:23-06:00</updated>
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        &lt;p&gt;
	Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. &amp;#8216;Now they are all on their knees.&amp;#8217;&lt;/p&gt;

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    <entry>
      <title>SWEET TALK: Christmases, and the gifts, have improved over the years</title>
      <author>
        <name></name>
      </author>
      <link rel="alternate"
            href="http://mineralwellsindex.com/sweettalk/x1477831306/SWEET-TALK-Christmases-and-the-gifts-have-improved-over-the-years"/>
      <id>urn:uuid:7481c633-0a3e-4bc8-8bc2-547c1d507bff</id>
      <updated>2011-12-25T11:30:37-06:00</updated>
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        &lt;p&gt;
	&amp;#8220;Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. &amp;#8216;Now they are all on their knees.&amp;#8217; An elder said as we sat in a flock, by the embers in hearthside ease.&amp;#8221; Penned Thomas Hardy on a Christmas Eve in the late 19th Century England.&lt;/p&gt;

      </summary>
    </entry>
  
  
    <entry>
      <title>Sweet Talk: Pets haven’t had the best of luck with us, nor us with them</title>
      <author>
        <name></name>
      </author>
      <link rel="alternate"
            href="http://mineralwellsindex.com/sweettalk/x1253555997/Sweet-Talk-Pets-haven-t-had-the-best-of-luck-with-us-nor-us-with-them"/>
      <id>urn:uuid:140b3444-cdea-49ba-b7ae-dd1b90e6d6b6</id>
      <updated>2011-12-19T08:26:46-06:00</updated>
      <summary type="html">
        &lt;p&gt;
	&amp;#8220;Let dogs delight to bark and bite, for God hath made them so&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; according to a 15th/16th Century poet named Isaac Watts, in a poem, &amp;#8216;Against Quarrelling&amp;#8217;, line xvi.&lt;/p&gt;

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    <entry>
      <title>Sweet Talk: Something to laugh about later</title>
      <author>
        <name></name>
      </author>
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            href="http://mineralwellsindex.com/sweettalk/x941118107/Sweet-Talk-Something-to-laugh-about-later"/>
      <id>urn:uuid:829ef697-1839-40c9-aad5-9e6bcc97b6ff</id>
      <updated>2011-12-12T08:46:39-06:00</updated>
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        &lt;p&gt;
	Upon losing the 1942 presidential election, Adlai Stevenson quoted a saying by Abraham Lincoln, when asked by a fellow-townsman how he felt about the election: &amp;#8220;I am too old to cry, but it hurts too much to laugh.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

      </summary>
    </entry>
  
  
    <entry>
      <title>Sweet Talk: Despite hardships and pain, the blessings are many</title>
      <author>
        <name></name>
      </author>
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            href="http://mineralwellsindex.com/sweettalk/x229380269/Sweet-Talk-Despite-hardships-and-pain-the-blessings-are-many"/>
      <id>urn:uuid:7b9fe2e4-575b-486e-9644-f9f1611f91f9</id>
      <updated>2011-11-28T09:30:58-06:00</updated>
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        &lt;p&gt;
	What a great Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 24, 2011! I can never expect another which will be better in the near future. My early morning &amp;#8220;quiet time&amp;#8221; alone with my Heavenly Father revealed to me many of His blessings of the past year.&lt;/p&gt;

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