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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://blog.newsweek.com/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Fawcett Posters and the Allure of the Pinup</title><link>http://blog.newsweek.com/blogs/popvox/archive/2009/06/25/fawcett-posters-still-selling-through.aspx</link><description /><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2.1 SP2 (Debug Build: 2.18)</generator><item><title>re: Fawcett Posters and the Allure of the Pinup</title><link>http://blog.newsweek.com/blogs/popvox/archive/2009/06/25/fawcett-posters-still-selling-through.aspx#1071721</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 10:36:05 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">544c64cf-7058-4151-925a-a0fd041e73dd:1071721</guid><dc:creator>elisdad</dc:creator><description>&lt;p&gt;the image of marilyn monroe is from The Seven Year Itch (1955). hardly launching it, &amp;nbsp;monroe's career was well on its way by the time she stood over that steam grate.&lt;/p&gt;
</description><category>Blog: Pop Vox</category></item><item><title>re: Fawcett Posters and the Allure of the Pinup</title><link>http://blog.newsweek.com/blogs/popvox/archive/2009/06/25/fawcett-posters-still-selling-through.aspx#1079425</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 20:31:07 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">544c64cf-7058-4151-925a-a0fd041e73dd:1079425</guid><dc:creator>Sinibaldi</dc:creator><description>&lt;p&gt;Il verso del nuovo mattino.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Cadendo vien, la pioggia, ove il &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; riflesso appare, nella lontana selva,&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; chiarore posato nel siepo, e geme&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; la quiete adagiarsi tra i freschi e&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; adorati cipressi, e silenzi infiniti che&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; amare: ed allor, nel mio cuore, la&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Francesco Sinibaldi&lt;/p&gt;
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