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		<title>By: Seamond</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The cobbled stone tower of the Vineyard Haven Methodist Church I used to think of as a castle turret.  It just fascinated me.  I always wanted to go up in the belfry.  I had a girlfriend who was Methodist and I went to churchwith her a few times, trying to drum up the courage to talk her preacher into letting me do that.  The second time I was really REALLY all ready to ask him and when he looked at me, he was so stern he scared me so much I forgot to ask him.  I just KNEW he already knew what I was going to say and would holler out a big, loud NO.  After that, I never dared ask . . . .but I&#039;d still like to.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The cobbled stone tower of the Vineyard Haven Methodist Church I used to think of as a castle turret.  It just fascinated me.  I always wanted to go up in the belfry.  I had a girlfriend who was Methodist and I went to churchwith her a few times, trying to drum up the courage to talk her preacher into letting me do that.  The second time I was really REALLY all ready to ask him and when he looked at me, he was so stern he scared me so much I forgot to ask him.  I just KNEW he already knew what I was going to say and would holler out a big, loud NO.  After that, I never dared ask . . . .but I&#8217;d still like to.</p>
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