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	<title>Comments on: Provide, Provide</title>
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		<title>by: Trudi Coté</title>
		<link>http://www.marketpoetry.com/archives/24#comment-59</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 10:42:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Forty years ago, during my college years, we girls occasionally had to invite a boy for a formal party. Normally we used to write some flowery letter to invite our 'prince', ending same with an appropriate quote of some sorts. Of course my date-to-be should never get the feeling that I might be in love with him, therefor I invariably ended my request with:
      'Better to go down dignified
      With boughten friendship at your side
      Than none at all. Provide, provide!'
Ah, those were the days....
Trudi (the Netherlands)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Forty years ago, during my college years, we girls occasionally had to invite a boy for a formal party. Normally we used to write some flowery letter to invite our &#8216;prince&#8217;, ending same with an appropriate quote of some sorts. Of course my date-to-be should never get the feeling that I might be in love with him, therefor I invariably ended my request with:<br />
      &#8216;Better to go down dignified<br />
      With boughten friendship at your side<br />
      Than none at all. Provide, provide!&#8217;<br />
Ah, those were the days&#8230;.<br />
Trudi (the Netherlands)
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