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	<title>Comments on: Spiritual Meditations on Country Music</title>
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		<title>By: Mixed Moss &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Home</title>
		<link>http://parke.voxtropolis.com/2006/06/13/spiritual-meditations-on-country-music/#comment-319</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2006 17:52:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] This was originally a response to Parke&#8217;s post, &#8220;Spiritual Meditations on Country Music.&#8221; But the sentiments needed to be shared in more than a passing comment. They needed a more permanent record. They needed a shrine. It&#8217;s easy to miss. Fly-over country. The American heartland. The place where farmers and blue collar workers carved out a nation. From Minnesota and Wisconsin down through Tennessee and a tiny, mountainous corner of North Carolina; fromÃ‚Â  Iowa and Missouri over to Ohio and the Western part of Pennsylvania. Not really the East, but not the plaines of the West either. Some of it shakes hands with Canada; some of it kisses the South. [...]</description>
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