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	<title>Comments on: George P. Lee dies &#124; Deseret News</title>
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		<title>By: Kim Siever</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kim Siever</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 21:44:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The last stake president I had before moving to Lethbridge was a pulpit pounder. It was awesome!</description>
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		<title>By: Dawn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 21:41:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Elder Lee came to our stake when I was a youth. I was afraid of him. He was a pulpit pounder.</description>
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