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			<title>Rise and Shine (IrishCentral)</title>
						<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 04:30:21 PST</pubDate>							<description><![CDATA[  <br />   As I struggled to get out of bed this morning, the first workday of the New Year, my mother’s voice reverberated in my brain from beyond the grave   “Rise and Shine,” she’d call out giving a quick rap to my bedroom door I’d stick my teenage head under the covers, as I wanted to do this morning   She was an indomitable woman, my mother; used to some of the pampering that the world had to offer before landing in our part of rural Ireland where there were few luxuries <a href="http://www.irishcentral.com/story/roots/the_irishamerican/rise-and-shine-80662712.html">READ MORE</a> ]]></description>
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