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   <title>Heidi &amp; The El Cats</title>
   <pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 11:14:06 -0500</pubDate>
   <description>We want to hear from you!!!!</description>
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   <title>R&amp;B Band</title>
   <pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 11:13:36 -0500</pubDate>
   <description>Let us know what you think of The R&amp;b Band!!!!</description>
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   <title>Lisa&#39;s Poem - Ode De Cliff &amp; Heidi</title>
   <pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 09:30:10 -0500</pubDate>
   <description>Sittin on the side stoop
Thinkin bout his pigeon coop
She walked up to him, long dark hair blowin in 
the wind
She said, &quot;ooooo, you sure look good&quot;.
He said,&quot;ooooo, can I talk to you?&quot;
She said, &quot;oo oo e, do feel free....

And so goes the story of Cliff &amp; Heidi

From gig to gig they carried their gear
Place to place for those with an ear
They sang and they played with some of the best
And the crowd sang too, with all of the rest
Heidi would sing, Bruce&#39;d be on bass
Cliffy taking guitar out of the case
Now let me explain. This ain;t no disco, this is 
real and comin at you, and if you&#39;re sitting next 
door at the restaurant having dinner, you&#39;d 
better be prepared to do some rockin&#39;.
Bring it down, bring it down, Bruce would yell
But the band played on like some cats out of Hell

They sounded real good, and on a good night
Jessie&#39;d go home with only one fight

They&#39;d play song after song and after the set
They&#39;d laugh and they&#39;d joke, on this you could 
bet

Seemed more fun than real work but this you know
Was the sign of real players, playing like pros
It wasn&#39;t just dancing or drinking you see
But for their music to be heard and remembered
At least it was for me..


Lisa</description>
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