<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665104586782023373</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:52.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Fake Sheets for April 2007</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665104586782023373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665104586782023373.post-3949182268042326684</id><published>2007-04-19T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:01.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Every Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidM_YgbDOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LDjcgUZpM7c/s1600-h/For+Every+Day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidM_YgbDOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LDjcgUZpM7c/s320/For+Every+Day.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055093758540582114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sweet love&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me die&lt;br /&gt;Give something above&lt;br /&gt;In the blue white sky&lt;br /&gt;Rain mustn't fall&lt;br /&gt;For every day&lt;br /&gt;Give something for all&lt;br /&gt;In work and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just you&lt;br /&gt;And memories that go&lt;br /&gt;Day and day new&lt;br /&gt;Before you will know&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities to take on&lt;br /&gt;Break away from them&lt;br /&gt;Soon the future's gone&lt;br /&gt;And moment’s diadem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come give or take&lt;br /&gt;Just don't stand there by&lt;br /&gt;Be a purpose of the wake&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to each try&lt;br /&gt;Nobody’s like you&lt;br /&gt;You’re one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Turn on make the cue&lt;br /&gt;Never be left behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665104586782023373-3949182268042326684?l=some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3949182268042326684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665104586782023373&amp;postID=3949182268042326684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665104586782023373/posts/default/3949182268042326684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665104586782023373/posts/default/3949182268042326684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-every-day.html' title='For Every Day'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidM_YgbDOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LDjcgUZpM7c/s72-c/For+Every+Day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665104586782023373.post-5601875626892875601</id><published>2007-04-19T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:02.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondrous Fine or Impure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidLPYgbDNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ofk2Bb1Tlsg/s1600-h/Wondrous+Fine+or+Impure.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidLPYgbDNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ofk2Bb1Tlsg/s320/Wondrous+Fine+or+Impure.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055091834395233490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset wintry glow&lt;br /&gt;Felling that didn't be&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Revealed for none to see&lt;br /&gt;All the playful ways&lt;br /&gt;The ennobling optics&lt;br /&gt;Each colors and grays&lt;br /&gt;Of human existence tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disdains of heart&lt;br /&gt;And distinct seeds grown&lt;br /&gt;Each unmeasured counterpart&lt;br /&gt;Flowers there weren't sown&lt;br /&gt;The richness and the poor&lt;br /&gt;Courses that are ahead&lt;br /&gt;One wondrous fine or impure&lt;br /&gt;In every inspired dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we haven't guessed is&lt;br /&gt;The courses still to learn&lt;br /&gt;What comes of that and this&lt;br /&gt;Upon every new turn&lt;br /&gt;The particular we all are&lt;br /&gt;For knowing our visage&lt;br /&gt;Lives maneuverable yare&lt;br /&gt;From many cultures assemblage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665104586782023373-5601875626892875601?l=some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5601875626892875601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665104586782023373&amp;postID=5601875626892875601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665104586782023373/posts/default/5601875626892875601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665104586782023373/posts/default/5601875626892875601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/wondrous-fine-or-impure.html' title='Wondrous Fine or Impure'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidLPYgbDNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ofk2Bb1Tlsg/s72-c/Wondrous+Fine+or+Impure.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665104586782023373.post-7962213856380498338</id><published>2007-04-19T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:02.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidK0IgbDMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-MK7n4zRbjY/s1600-h/Loneliness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidK0IgbDMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-MK7n4zRbjY/s320/Loneliness.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055091366243798210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many different occasions&lt;br /&gt;A mood comes in with ever season&lt;br /&gt;Something new in every invasion&lt;br /&gt;Moments you embrace only once&lt;br /&gt;Around empty space that lulls on&lt;br /&gt;There maybe days - even months&lt;br /&gt;Till something new is back drawn&lt;br /&gt;Bringing it back to its new fronts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have yesterdays forever more&lt;br /&gt;The night that dances in shades by&lt;br /&gt;All that is gained through the lore&lt;br /&gt;Giving its rendezvous and each try&lt;br /&gt;Researching songs of new spring&lt;br /&gt;Inspirations that haven't began&lt;br /&gt;Every emotion on the beating string&lt;br /&gt;With its aching and trying out plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still there is time for a turning&lt;br /&gt;That gives me a flame like bliss&lt;br /&gt;Every lost while there yearning&lt;br /&gt;That each sweet oblivion past kiss&lt;br /&gt;You and I have been around&lt;br /&gt;Feeling both high and much lowdown&lt;br /&gt;Now we stand tall on our ground&lt;br /&gt;Inside loneliness’ forgotten town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665104586782023373-7962213856380498338?l=some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7962213856380498338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665104586782023373&amp;postID=7962213856380498338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665104586782023373/posts/default/7962213856380498338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665104586782023373/posts/default/7962213856380498338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidK0IgbDMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-MK7n4zRbjY/s72-c/Loneliness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665104586782023373.post-3152140977111636202</id><published>2007-04-19T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:02.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is a Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidKW4gbDLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4TI8WMNBWdg/s1600-h/There+Is+a+Song.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWUyhH7Iz9g/RidKW4gbDLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4TI8WMNBWdg/s320/There+Is+a+Song.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055090863732624562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song for the days&lt;br /&gt;There is a way for every occasion&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s love that inside plays&lt;br /&gt;With their many sided erosion&lt;br /&gt;Cast of hearts that come and go&lt;br /&gt;For the hours to move along&lt;br /&gt;Feelings and yearning that can't show&lt;br /&gt;Anything that bursts into a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are you there am I&lt;br /&gt;Anything that life can find&lt;br /&gt;The implications through blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Tides of words that are left behind&lt;br /&gt;Flowering seeds from deep earth&lt;br /&gt;Ongoing motion like a river stream&lt;br /&gt;Life that comes with each new birth&lt;br /&gt;Every twinkle that in night must gleam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know what you’ll share&lt;br /&gt;Though it's worth each new try&lt;br /&gt;Love songs there and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Until it's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Why it's so only fate shall know&lt;br /&gt;For every reason is complicated&lt;br /&gt;Onward comes each motion's flow&lt;br /&gt;For those growth that have been stated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1665104586782023373-3152140977111636202?l=some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3152140977111636202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1665104586782023373&amp;postID=3152140977111636202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665104586782023373/posts/default/3152140977111636202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1665104586782023373/posts/default/3152140977111636202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://some-fake-sheets-for-april-2007.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-is-song.html' title='There Is a Song'/><author><name>Peter S. 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