<?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-7945374739658104191</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:07:40.788-07:00</updated><category term='HEY DADDY...I WANT TOYS...ok sweetheartyou got it...anything you want'/><category term='MY INNOCENCE BACK AGAIN PLEASE'/><category term='THE PRINCESS AND MY QUEEN'/><category term='ARENT THEY GORGEOUS?'/><title type='text'>AVAILABLE</title><subtitle type='html'>THE ROUND-THE-CLOCK BLOG OF THE INFAMOUS SKIN BASHER CYMBAL CRASHER LOUIE FOUDOULIS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>avaiIable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653011996257703754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-6703550072946746515</id><published>2010-03-10T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:03:29.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: red; font: normal normal bold 14pt/normal 'comic sans MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Speeding&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A police officer pulls a guy over for speeding and has the following exchange:&lt;br /&gt;Officer: May I see your driver's license?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Driver: I don't have one. I had it suspended when I got my 5th DUI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Officer: May I see the owner's card for this vehicle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Driver: It's not my car. I stole it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Officer: The car is stolen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Driver: That's right. But come to think of it, I think I saw the owner's card in the glove box when I was putting my gun in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Officer: There's a gun in the glove box?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Driver: Yes sir. That's where I put it after shot and killed the woman who owns this car and stuffed her in the trunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Officer: There's a BODY in the TRUNK?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Driver: Yes, sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hearing this, the officer immediately called his captain. The car was quickly surrounded by police, and the captain approached the driver to handle the tense situation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Captain: Sir, may I see your license?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Driver: Sure. Here it is. It was valid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Captain: Whose car is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Driver: It's mine, officer. Here's the owner's card. The driver owned the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Captain: Could you slowly open your glove box so I can see if there's a gun in it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Driver: Yes, sir, but there's no gun in it. Sure enough, there was nothing in the glove box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Captain: Would you mind opening your trunk? I was told you said there's a body in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Driver: No problem. Trunk is opened; no body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Captain: I don't understand it. The officer who stopped you said you told him you didn't have a license, stole the car, had a gun in the glovebox, and that there was a dead body in the trunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 9pt/normal Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Driver: Really? Ain't that something? And I'll bet the lying sucker told you I was speeding, too ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-6703550072946746515?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/6703550072946746515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/03/speeding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/6703550072946746515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/6703550072946746515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/03/speeding.html' title='speeding'/><author><name>avaiIable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653011996257703754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-7688745461002366100</id><published>2010-01-25T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:59:25.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BETHANY</title><content type='html'>Bethany you are the one&lt;br /&gt;barossas sunshine queen&lt;br /&gt;and bethany you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I dream of in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your chocolate cherry cherry lips&lt;br /&gt;your shape so firm n shine&lt;br /&gt;bethany in just a bit&lt;br /&gt;you're going to be mwine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pluck you from the lonley den&lt;br /&gt;where candles steal the show&lt;br /&gt;and bethany,tonight with you&lt;br /&gt;we'll dance and dance real slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-7688745461002366100?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/7688745461002366100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/bethany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/7688745461002366100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/7688745461002366100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/bethany.html' title='BETHANY'/><author><name>avaiIable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653011996257703754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-6022601048435897148</id><published>2010-01-25T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:40:42.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate the name, its a hookers! I'm not a hooker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;BEKKY SAYER&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;There was a diane sayer&lt;div&gt;she didnt like her name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the name her mother called her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thought that it was lame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her brother said, hey sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets call you beck instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she said thats a great idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bekky Sayer not, diane dread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now her daddy calls her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bekky when he's around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when she's angry mother cries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diane Rebekah Sayer, you're a hound!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-6022601048435897148?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/6022601048435897148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/hate-name-its-hookers-im-not-hooker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/6022601048435897148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/6022601048435897148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/hate-name-its-hookers-im-not-hooker.html' title='hate the name, its a hookers! 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-6154885651476923553</id><published>2010-01-14T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:50:36.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-6154885651476923553?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/6154885651476923553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I MISS&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;that I cry inside&lt;br /&gt;I go about daily&lt;br /&gt;but I just hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the misfortune&lt;br /&gt;the wrong everything&lt;br /&gt;but I put on a face&lt;br /&gt;to not affect the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though I know&lt;br /&gt;that god is listening&lt;br /&gt;and your flower is spring&lt;br /&gt;I have to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I have to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you did something&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;something nobody&lt;br /&gt;had ever done yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, I really miss you&lt;br /&gt;but it's not over yet&lt;br /&gt;you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;and you give me a set&lt;br /&gt;not end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-5629830770352008112?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-763699574614534005</id><published>2010-01-14T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:27:57.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL MESSAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;SPECIAL MESSAGE&lt;br /&gt;Thank you babe for being my friend&lt;br /&gt;I mean it from my heart&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to be my friend&lt;br /&gt;but you are and you were right from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you hun for taking time&lt;br /&gt;to be nice to me and smile&lt;br /&gt;and you (hugged) me when I needed it&lt;br /&gt;It almost made me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didn't tell me to get lost&lt;br /&gt;when others would have, dear&lt;br /&gt;so kind and polite to me&lt;br /&gt;and always a listening ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can see that what we had&lt;br /&gt;has run its course I know&lt;br /&gt;and theres nothing else that we could be&lt;br /&gt;I accept that, I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not think that it's without&lt;br /&gt;a heavy heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;but things are things and how they are&lt;br /&gt;to be good to all, I must part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shortly now my reaching out&lt;br /&gt;will by the wayside fall&lt;br /&gt;but I'll not let it worry me&lt;br /&gt;I can stand proud and be tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a dog,just picture me&lt;br /&gt;looking sad dropped tail&lt;br /&gt;walking back home head held down&lt;br /&gt;because "no dogs allowed in the mall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-763699574614534005?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-820874616326621953</id><published>2010-01-14T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:26:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Some days are diamonds&lt;br /&gt;some days are pearls&lt;br /&gt;somedays you wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-820874616326621953?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/820874616326621953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love hurts when when I realize that its passed me by&lt;br /&gt;love hurts when youre happy and I have to cry&lt;br /&gt;love hurts the core of my brain&lt;br /&gt;love hurts but I'm hardened to the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-928280688728030386?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/928280688728030386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/928280688728030386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rose and best wishes&lt;br /&gt;heres a poem for your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;heres the colors of a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;to brighten up your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a painting of a bouquet&lt;br /&gt;you can hang it on your wall&lt;br /&gt;heres a picture of cupid&lt;br /&gt;he has his bow a drawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a story heres a prayer&lt;br /&gt;heres a pretty tune&lt;br /&gt;heres a hopeless love song&lt;br /&gt;that was written to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a hopeless guy&lt;br /&gt;who's got a bit to say&lt;br /&gt;and I just ramble on and on&lt;br /&gt;because you brighten up my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like living&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;and I don't mind whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;morning day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you lil darling&lt;br /&gt;don't worry it's just art&lt;br /&gt;you just keep on rocking&lt;br /&gt;on and on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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YOU'/><author><name>avaiIable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653011996257703754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-8761738566174620622</id><published>2010-01-14T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:20:57.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATTEL GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATTEL GIRL&lt;br /&gt;shes a little angel shes a barbie doll&lt;br /&gt;she rocks the world for young and old&lt;br /&gt;shes going to rock even more sir&lt;br /&gt;than any girl ever rocked before her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah its barbie shes really alive&lt;br /&gt;shes pretty pretty pretty bees and a hive&lt;br /&gt;the lord made her and she came to life&lt;br /&gt;and made the prettiest girl in the U S A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a model of her in mini&lt;br /&gt;she reminds me of her,the real barbie&lt;br /&gt;when shes not here with me&lt;br /&gt;thats all I got to look at and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes got blonde strait hair&lt;br /&gt;shes got diamonds for eyes&lt;br /&gt;shes got long long legs&lt;br /&gt;shes a gorgeous surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god oh my god shes real&lt;br /&gt;she's a real barbie shes a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;prettiest thing in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;pretty pretty pretty barbie girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-8761738566174620622?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-1269667643785353933</id><published>2010-01-14T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:14:20.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEDY FLOWERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;WEEDY FLOWERS&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you the world&lt;br /&gt;I don't own it,but I think it's mine&lt;br /&gt;It's all here to put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;and it does it every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you things&lt;br /&gt;that you don't know, that you haven't seen&lt;br /&gt;you impressed me so much&lt;br /&gt;and for your happiness, I'm keen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a little game&lt;br /&gt;of lets be teen again&lt;br /&gt;It served my little fantasy&lt;br /&gt;looking back now, it was lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;you stayed constant, you didn't sway&lt;br /&gt;when I told you the truth about me&lt;br /&gt;I really thought you'd go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I fight my desire for thee&lt;br /&gt;the connection I have to break free&lt;br /&gt;My girls I have to reassure&lt;br /&gt;that my thoughts of you are really pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love may be miss-directed yeah&lt;br /&gt;and if it is, then I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be upset, and you can't see&lt;br /&gt;the wonderful feelings you give to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-1269667643785353933?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-8866201790745682073</id><published>2010-01-14T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:59:00.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOAT TO YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOAT TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;I was heavy with my own upset&lt;br /&gt;weighed down by my own regret&lt;br /&gt;then I started floating free&lt;br /&gt;thats just what she did to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drowning in a sea of tears&lt;br /&gt;put down by those I held so dear&lt;br /&gt;down by those who didn't care&lt;br /&gt;them people are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I saw her on the screen&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful I had ever seen&lt;br /&gt;It gave me strength to break the chains&lt;br /&gt;upon my dry yeah she did rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I woke up from sleep&lt;br /&gt;a thousand years down in the deep&lt;br /&gt;at the bottom of the rubbish heap&lt;br /&gt;I cant describe it talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell into her boundless love&lt;br /&gt;and looked up to our god above&lt;br /&gt;she had the looks she had the style&lt;br /&gt;she had gorgeous by the mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm flying like a jet&lt;br /&gt;she put a spring into my step&lt;br /&gt;I dont walk around no-more&lt;br /&gt;I just float up "off the floor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll float to you like a feather&lt;br /&gt;like an autumn leaf&lt;br /&gt;hold me in your palm&lt;br /&gt;or just let me float free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WHAT A GIRL&lt;br /&gt;what a girl what a girl&lt;br /&gt;cutest thing in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;cuter than a polar bear&lt;br /&gt;sweeter than a mothers care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a girl what a girl&lt;br /&gt;sweeter than gran's apple pie&lt;br /&gt;sweeter than a baby's cry&lt;br /&gt;better than a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a girl what a girl&lt;br /&gt;nicer than a dove thats free&lt;br /&gt;nicer than "she talked to me"&lt;br /&gt;nicer than shes meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a girl what a girl&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how good she is&lt;br /&gt;her boyfriend is a little fizz&lt;br /&gt;she's mine "too good to be his"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a girl what a girl&lt;br /&gt;stands out like a star that shines&lt;br /&gt;in the sky as blue as her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she looks just like she should be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a girl what a girl&lt;br /&gt;with long blonde hair that flows like air&lt;br /&gt;pretty face and alluring stare&lt;br /&gt;and manor that tells you that she cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a girl what a girl&lt;br /&gt;best girl in all the world out there&lt;br /&gt;present or past every teddybear&lt;br /&gt;how could anybody not love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-5337224415654140165?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/5337224415654140165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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swallowtail martins were surfing the air waves and connecting with my essence of being. Auntie was preparing one of her usual country breakfasts with the mornings fresh milk (boiled) and nutella spread about 2" thick on a 5" thick piece of fresh oven bread,which i had walked just previously to get from the drunkards bakery. (partied with them crazily) coffee and the usual morning question time about the previous day. Here I was at the crossroads of my life.  I was feeling slightly fuzzy and hung over. spent the night playing wild greek party playboys with Yani, a great friend with similar tastes for the finer things...booze and girls, unfortunately in that order. We weren't related which was rare to me. I had about 500 cousins and nieces and nephews and uncles and uncles friends and neighbours and grandparents and visitors. Growing up in australia was kind of anti social compared to what was going on in greece. Australia seemed to be just work and home, work and home. Yes we had money in our pockets in australia, but really, not much else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the last day of secondary school our bi-sexual english teacher Mrs Anstess (who I used to french kiss at school socials to the disgust of the other teachers) gave us a heart felt talk about life and the real world and sex and relationships. She basically said this "kids, don't go out and have sex with the first person you meet and get pregnant. Take the precautions not to get pregnant, or not to get a girl pregnant strait away. You should play the field, and try and sample the goods, and have fun, and later on, when you have done that, well then you may decide to get married or get a partner or stuff like that." I was impressed by her, I listened intensely to her, I took it all in. I liked her very much and the banter was always funny and cheerful with her. I took it up as my life motto, life plan, what she had told us  in her special last english lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the phone rang, Auntie answered it. I was my mothers brother, Yani,  he wanted me to take him to purchase bales of lucern (at a distant villiage, Polyplatanos,  population 550, about 30 miles away) which he needed for his sheep. "sure thing theo" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jumped in my  new black ford corsa which I had on hire for as long as i needed it, and drove to the next village, to my mothers family village  Messonisi , picked him up and continued on the back country roads to Polyplatanos. It was a village similar to my fathers village, an agricultural village on the plains in-between huge mountains. So we drove into the into the village of Polyplatanos right into the middle to a typical village house, surrounded by a high wall and a robust country gate made of iron and with the scroll patterns in it. I can even remember the aqua paint fading and flaking off in places. The house and the yard were a Greek yard. It was a large block, with the house toward the street a gate, an out house (toilet with a bucket eww) down the back.  Right in the middle of the yard was a table for 2 under a trellised grapevine. Me and uncle greeted the old couple and were motioned to the table and chairs. It was a fantastic place for a meeting or a discussion or to play backgammon or chess or just to sit down and daydream your future life going past you in parade on the TV screen of your mind. The grapevine made it feel cool, under a hot sun. The lady went to get refreshments while my uncle negotiated a price for the lucern in which i had no interest whatsoever. the lady bought out  hot coffees, brandy and  Ice cold coca-colas. I jokingly asked her if she had a beer, because i was impressed with her service and she had them but i stopped her from going back just to get one, I laughed and said I was joking. She got up, went and got a cold hienekin beer, came back and put it on the table without sayng a word . That lady could read my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At around this time Sophia was 'grounded' at her house on the other side of the village. Her punishment for coming home after midnight after being out with her friends was to paint the metal handrails, which went half-way around the house. She had her old 'painting skirt' on with an old shirt and I cheesecloth scarf around her head, as the greek ladies nearly all wear.Her boyfriend Pericles was of the most well off family in the villiage, who ran the village supermarket and had an earthmoving buisness with huge trucks and bulldozers and front-end loaders and a sand &amp;amp; gravel yard. She had just split up with him. Amongst other things, Pericle's mother did not like Sophia and Sophia's dad did not like Pericles. Pericles demanded,along with his mother a huge dowry from sophia, or the relationship was off! It's a wise-guy trick in greece to get a girlfriend and 'use' her and then ask for a dowry as an excuse to dump the girl on those supposedly legitimate circumstances (lies) Sophies family was poor and she was furious that he tried to pull this weak stunt on her. Sophie gets really wild when she sees a need to defend her family.She told himin no uncertain terms, to fuck off. He tried to rape her and thats all it took for Sophia to develop an intense hate for the guy.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks previously Sophie's family had surprise visitors, Pericles, his parents, his living grandparents with engagement ring and Pericles godparents, as is the custom in Greece when an engagement is formally applied for. Pericles was 17 years old. Sophia was 15 years 10 months old. The Lazarides (Pericles family name) were dressed to the nines (well dressed). Pericles mother sarcastically asked Sophia's father, ..."and what is the dowry with which you endow your daughters new family?" Sophies father looked her in the eye and said, "her dowry is her innocence and purity, something which your son, is never going to get. Sophia snatched the engagement ring from the god-parents, ran outside to the well, and threw the engagement ring down the well, then unleashed a volley of insulting expletives which no foul-mouthed sailor could match. The Lazarides were humiliated and had to leave. So much for the wedding party and the potential mother-in-law from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that mind reading lady looked me up, looked me down looked up again, looked down, looked at the car, looked me in the eye and asked, You're not from around these parts are you boy?&lt;br /&gt;no, I said&lt;br /&gt;you're dressed differently, you walk differently, you talk differently, where do you come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I told her, my dad is from the village Armenohorion and my mother was from the neighboring village of Messonission, but I was born in Australia, greatest country in the word! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh she said. and you have come here to greece to find a nice greek girl, haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;Inside, I burst out laughing, but on the exterior, I would have looked slightly amused.&lt;br /&gt;No i said, what makes you think that?&lt;br /&gt;what makes me say that? what makes me say that? &lt;br /&gt;you know what? I think I know that girl! she said&lt;br /&gt;I replied "but I didn't come here to greece to find a greek girl, I came here because most of our family is here in greece and we love to see them all&lt;br /&gt;thank you for for your suggestion, but no thank you" while smiling at her&lt;br /&gt;ok she said, look I'll send for her to come here and I'll make an excuse of wanting to contract some paid embroidery off her. (sophie was good at embroidery, most of the greek girls seem to be) "now while she is here and we are discussing the embroidery with her, you can get a look at her, and make your own mind up. (this lady was the white witch. she was POWERFUL. I was in her spell i think from the moment I stepped out of the car)&lt;br /&gt;OK i said that sounds alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;across the road from the house there was Fani's place. Fani's place was a social get together place for about 15 local girls who had a kind of smoking,greek coffee, embroidery, chatting, listening to music, cool clubhouse. The reason the girls liked fani's place was mainly because Fani didn't mind the girls smoking cigarettes. She was not the type that would tell the girls parents. Sophie was one of the girls who used to attend fanis place, usually on a friday night. Were talking greek village here, where everybody knows everybody's business. The white witch knew of Sophie and of the split up with her boyfriend, she was fresh on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;the white witch went across the road and summoned Fani to go and fetch Sophia &amp;nbsp;for the embroidery excuse.&lt;br /&gt;A little after she came back from Fani's, another greek coffee was bought out but i poured myself a brandy instead not much, just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm waiting here and uncle is discussing the finer points of growing strawberries with the old guy who is the white-witches husband, I'd like to tell you what I got up to with Yani last night. I met up him yesterday when I dropped off the welger baler knives for uncle theodore to be welded due to cracks at his engeneering shop in Florina, the "city" of about 30,000 ppl. He suggested we should go out and do the rounds so to speak, I said ok. I drove home about 3 miles away. It was about 4 o'clock and nobody was home at uncle theodores, where I preferred to stay ( I had about 20 places of relatives where I could stay, and I stayed at them all ) Auntie was at the cow barn with her daughter in-law milking the 60 odd cows that they had which they milked twice a day, Uncle would have been out on the tractor somewhere baling or cutting or turning hay on a contract basis for others. Cousin George was irrigating the potatoes at one of the many different fields they had.Cousin Yani was being Uncles right hand man out with uncle somewhere. So I ducked in to my other uncle Dimitri's general shop next door. The building was a duplex shop under residence over type of set-up. Dimitri had his as a general store but uncle Theodore used to use his "shop" area as a silo for is barley which he would fill to the ceiling. I used to laugh when I'd walk past and see just grain and nothing else in the windows. Auntie Flora reigned supreme in the store. She would take great pride in her appearance and her hair was always perfect. A typical greek village general store where you could buy anything you needed or, sit at one of the three tables and have a coke or a brandy, or an ouzo or a beer and there was usually somebody in there having a chat. The one thing I love about going for a drink at a place like this was the fact that when you ordered an alcoholic spirit, you would get 'meze'. Meze is a snack that you get with your drink which is included in the price of that drink, and could be cheese (greece has fantastic ones) or a little salad or whatever was in season. It is a sensible way to drink. Western Culture is ignorant of this. Auntie, there she was running her hand down the side of her hair (and saying to herself, I'm beautiful no doubt) The grand daughters were in. Maria 10 Flora 8 and Petroula 4. I asked the girls if they wanted to sing nursery rhymes. They jumped up and down &amp;nbsp;YES YES YES! but I wont play them if you don't help me sing them ok? I beamed,&lt;br /&gt;Bananas arbour bananas arbour they called in unison, so bananas arbour it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WOW! SHE'S HERE...back to the narrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I noticed about my so-called perfect match according to white witch was *sparkles* she was sparkly, like the bubbles in pinot-chardonnay. she was bubbly, she was smiling, she was laughing she was fun she was the party she was attractive she was not the twenty something attitude problem local boy reject that I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;sparkles was on the outside of the gate, and the white witch was on the inside playing the 'crochet for me please i'll pay you' scam. By the look of it, sparkles was awake to the deception, like everything else...sparkles has huge eyes which I have learned do not miss a thing. The laughing was because she was awake to this flimsy excuse to get her there. Her hairstyle was like a young Kylie Minogue when she married her boyfriend in the Australian show 'neighbors' Her clothes were the tatty painting rags she had on. I couldn't notice them, all I could notice was this beautiful girl at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...in progress, stay tuned if you're interested. this is a blockbuster story! not to be missed      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-1083071078708954879?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/1083071078708954879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/magic-happens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/1083071078708954879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/1083071078708954879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/magic-happens.html' title='*magic happens*'/><author><name>avaiIable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653011996257703754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-4503488023301536889</id><published>2010-01-13T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:58:21.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE A WITCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BE A WITCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome to my random bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be a witch and leave a spell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be it round or be it curse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the better for the verse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-4503488023301536889?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/4503488023301536889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/hiellia-welcome-to-my-rhyming-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/4503488023301536889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/4503488023301536889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/hiellia-welcome-to-my-rhyming-hell.html' title='BE A WITCH'/><author><name>avaiIable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653011996257703754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945374739658104191.post-218100613694057670</id><published>2010-01-13T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:59:40.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY INNOCENCE BACK AGAIN PLEASE'/><title type='text'>INNOCENCE BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;MY INNOCENCE BACK PLEASE&lt;/div&gt;I wish i was a child again&lt;div&gt; chasing roosters chasing hens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;innocent like kids should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuddle mum and poke my tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the ladies with fat bums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my big hour could have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chasing tadpoles in the creek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;giggled at for dirty knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by vasie gertzos in my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing nurses with the cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't worry bout  a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't now, but i have to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I have to play this mandolin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and pen the next children sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was a kid again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7945374739658104191-218100613694057670?l=avaiiable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/feeds/218100613694057670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-i-was-child-again-chasing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/218100613694057670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7945374739658104191/posts/default/218100613694057670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avaiiable.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-i-was-child-again-chasing.html' title='INNOCENCE BACK'/><author><name>avaiIable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653011996257703754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJT23xdYaB0/S04EDmlU6uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VU9srCZ4_N0/S220/cropped+right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
