<?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-21461065</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:58.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114739186631500062</id><published>2006-05-11T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:57:46.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My other half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love&lt;br /&gt;We care&lt;br /&gt;about each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share&lt;br /&gt;We bare&lt;br /&gt;with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We yell&lt;br /&gt;We fight&lt;br /&gt;we get angry at each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cry&lt;br /&gt;We hug&lt;br /&gt;we comfort each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smile&lt;br /&gt;We laugh&lt;br /&gt;we like to be around each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re best friends&lt;br /&gt;We’re sisters&lt;br /&gt;We are the second half of each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739186631500062?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114739186631500062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114739186631500062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739186631500062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739186631500062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-other-half-we-love-we-care-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114739168512642193</id><published>2006-05-11T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:54:45.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go bad, it’s not the end.&lt;br /&gt;You have to keep in mind you always have a friend.&lt;br /&gt;At times it feels you will never be happy again,&lt;br /&gt;but in time things always mend.&lt;br /&gt;So next your feeling blue, put a smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;because there is nothing else you can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739168512642193?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114739168512642193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114739168512642193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739168512642193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739168512642193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/smile-when-things-go-bad-its-not-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114739156358203314</id><published>2006-05-11T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:52:43.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KATIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie that is my name&lt;br /&gt;Adorable, is what people say&lt;br /&gt;Tough, don’t mess with me man&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;Elegant, I can be so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my name, yes I do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739156358203314?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114739141170602759</id><published>2006-05-11T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:50:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare into the flame and get swept away&lt;br /&gt;it feels like your mind begins to stray.&lt;br /&gt;I could stare at a candle all day.&lt;br /&gt;They all smell so different and are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;When the power goes out there are no worries.&lt;br /&gt;Light a candle and the room will be bright.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we love candles, they are such a delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739141170602759?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114739127215073245</id><published>2006-05-11T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:47:52.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder, lighting, rain and snow.&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch them it makes me glow.&lt;br /&gt;It brings such a rush to everyone’s life,&lt;br /&gt;go outside and watch the wind blow.&lt;br /&gt;The storms they excite me and I don’t want them to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739127215073245?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114739127215073245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Spring Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the winter ends the flowers begin to bloom,&lt;br /&gt;your so happy that winter is over, it’s such a doom.&lt;br /&gt;You know that spring brings the summer time,&lt;br /&gt;it’s okay to be happy, it’s no crime.&lt;br /&gt;The spring and the summer are so much alike,&lt;br /&gt;they make moods brighter and friends even become tighter.&lt;br /&gt;So when Spring comes next year make sure you give a good cheer&lt;br /&gt;because the winter is over so drink a beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739118154275456?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114739118154275456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114739118154275456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739118154275456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739118154275456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/spring-time-when-winter-ends-flowers.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114739099984648677</id><published>2006-05-11T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:43:19.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes so quick and oh so fast&lt;br /&gt;When your in highschool you don’t want it to last.&lt;br /&gt;You dread waking up and listening to teachers talk,&lt;br /&gt;all you want to do is get up and walk.&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about it is having your friends,&lt;br /&gt;at least you have them when the boring day ends.&lt;br /&gt;The day you graduate you realize it’s true&lt;br /&gt;no more highschool, and then you feel blue.&lt;br /&gt;But you have to remember you will always have the memories,&lt;br /&gt;and when times are bad you remember the good ol’ days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739099984648677?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114739099984648677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114739099984648677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739099984648677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739099984648677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/graduation-it-comes-so-quick-and-oh-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114739082238782328</id><published>2006-05-11T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:40:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I didn’t care about boys.&lt;br /&gt;I loved to just play with my toys.&lt;br /&gt;Then my girls always came first.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could break us apart, not even the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Then this boy came along,&lt;br /&gt;he stole my heart and I thought it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Now we’ve been together for almost three years.&lt;br /&gt;If we ever broke up I would have endless tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739082238782328?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114739082238782328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114739082238782328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739082238782328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739082238782328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/boy-when-i-was-young-i-didnt-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114739068604096492</id><published>2006-05-11T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:38:06.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home is where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Joe is the kind of guy who loves his job, stays late at the office to get all of his work done, then goes home reheats the dinner his wife made says goodnight to his three children then sits down to watch TV until he’s ready for bed. On weekends he works on his car and occasionally he plays with his children (not as often as he should though). He enjoys sitting down for dinner with his family but explains to them why he doesn’t get to do that very often. He loves a lot of things but never makes time to do any of them, such as bowling, football, baseball, and wrestling. He doesn’t realize that his two sons love going bowling and watching all of the sports though because he’s never really home. His wife and daughter are very close and enjoy cooking.&lt;br /&gt;One day Joe got all of his work done very early so decided to go home and relax for the rest of the day. His wife, daughter, and two sons were all sitting in the living room cheering. I wonder what they are cheering about he thought to himself. He walked in the living room and his wife was in her chair, and his three children were on the couch. "What are you all doing?" he asked. His wife replied "We’re cheering for the Yankees!" Joe looked surprised, he didn’t know his family’s favorite team was the same as his, he didn’t even know they LIKED baseball! " You guys like baseball?" His sons replied "Yeah dad, we always talk about how we wish you would watch it with us!" This made Joe feel sad that he didn’t even know his family sat together and watched his favorite team play. Then he realized his work is important and his family is more important and he needed to spend more time at home with them. "Everyone, lets make a new family rule," Joe said. " What is that?" they all replied. "Whenever the Yankees are playing I will come home early from work, sit down have dinner as a family and then watch the game." They were all so excited "That sounds like a great idea!" From that day on Joe began spending more and more time with his family each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739068604096492?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114739068604096492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114739068604096492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739068604096492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739068604096492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-is-where-heart-is-joe-is-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114739033286528916</id><published>2006-05-11T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:32:12.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong, Right, Never made.&lt;br /&gt;Easy, Hard, In between.&lt;br /&gt;Undeservable, Deservable, Neither.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much some people are good to make decisions&lt;br /&gt;and others are not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739033286528916?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114739033286528916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114739033286528916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739033286528916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739033286528916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/decisions-wrong-right-never-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114739018220289183</id><published>2006-05-11T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:29:42.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twirling, Spinning, Jumping, Leaping.&lt;br /&gt;Graceful girl just keeps repeating.&lt;br /&gt;She moves her arms and legs so neatly.&lt;br /&gt;Her hands and feet are so elegant.&lt;br /&gt;When I watch her I am in a trance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739018220289183?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114739018220289183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Transportation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running&lt;br /&gt;Walking&lt;br /&gt;Jogging&lt;br /&gt;Driving&lt;br /&gt;Riding&lt;br /&gt;Flying&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways to get from here to there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114739009629338794?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114739009629338794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114739009629338794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739009629338794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114739009629338794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114738992322707577</id><published>2006-05-11T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:25:23.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In kindergarten she came up to me,&lt;br /&gt;she said "Want to color?"&lt;br /&gt;I was shy, but I said sure&lt;br /&gt;and after that we were best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Jr. High was great and never ditched each other for a date.&lt;br /&gt;Then highschool came and so did boys,&lt;br /&gt;we promised each other they would never get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;We graduated and shed our tears, we remembered all the great years.&lt;br /&gt;I moved away, we kept in touch.&lt;br /&gt;Then our phone calls got few and few,&lt;br /&gt;finally they were completely through.&lt;br /&gt;We both found boys and it ripped us apart,&lt;br /&gt;which was the promise we made from the start.&lt;br /&gt;No boy would ever do that, but sometimes things change and there is nothing else you can do.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter now though&lt;br /&gt;we have our memories that&lt;br /&gt;I will never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend, I love you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738992322707577?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114738992322707577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114738992322707577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738992322707577'/><link rel='self' 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me.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter though this is my journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738961657634944?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114738961657634944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114738961657634944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738961657634944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738961657634944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/journey-up-mountain-over-hill.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114738940930533892</id><published>2006-05-11T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:16:49.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the envy of every girl&lt;br /&gt;when she leaves a room everyone is in a blur.&lt;br /&gt;She will just sit in the wind and let her hair twirl.&lt;br /&gt;She glistens, she shines, she is always on every mans mind.&lt;br /&gt;She is never mean, yet always kind.&lt;br /&gt;Just to remind, this is a girl you will never find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738940930533892?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114738940930533892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114738940930533892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738940930533892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738940930533892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/girl-she-is-envy-of-every-girl-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114738924667051293</id><published>2006-05-11T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:14:06.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ingredients to make Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 3,000 degrees&lt;br /&gt;You will need- 100 pounds of grass&lt;br /&gt;50 pounds of flowers&lt;br /&gt;300 pounds of trees&lt;br /&gt;75 pounds of clouds&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of thunder and lightning,&lt;br /&gt;an endless amount of water,&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738924667051293?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114738909303173344</id><published>2006-05-11T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:11:33.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she walks through the room&lt;br /&gt;everyone stares at her,&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence radiates,&lt;br /&gt;her beauty just glistens,&lt;br /&gt;and her love shines through it all.&lt;br /&gt;She smiles and waves,&lt;br /&gt;and keeps on walking&lt;br /&gt;leaving everyone in awe.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Beautiful Women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738909303173344?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114738881174024496</id><published>2006-05-11T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:06:51.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fireball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It is&lt;br /&gt;I love it&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look into it&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me warm everyday&lt;br /&gt;The sun it shines so brightly&lt;br /&gt;That magnificent &lt;em&gt;fireball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738881174024496?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114738881174024496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Fireball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It is&lt;br /&gt;I love it&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look into it&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me warm everyday&lt;br /&gt;The sun it shines so brightly&lt;br /&gt;That magnificent &lt;em&gt;fireball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738880934748279?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114738880934748279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114738880934748279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738880934748279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738880934748279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/fireball-beautiful-it-is-i-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114738868762386490</id><published>2006-05-11T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:04:47.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished upon a star&lt;br /&gt;for someone like you,&lt;br /&gt;someone to make me happy when I felt blue.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making my wish come true,&lt;br /&gt;without you I don’t know what I would do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738868762386490?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114738868762386490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114738868762386490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738868762386490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738868762386490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/wish-i-wished-upon-star-for-someone_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114738868515783219</id><published>2006-05-11T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:04:45.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished upon a star&lt;br /&gt;for someone like you,&lt;br /&gt;someone to make me happy when I felt blue.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making my wish come true,&lt;br /&gt;without you I don’t know what I would do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738868515783219?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114738857879899706</id><published>2006-05-11T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:02:58.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer time is Super it’s wonderful&lt;br /&gt;laying Under the sun,&lt;br /&gt;the warmth is Magical,&lt;br /&gt;it puts everyone in a good Mood,&lt;br /&gt;it is the most Excellent season of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I wish summer would stay all year ‘Round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738857879899706?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114738857879899706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean on&lt;br /&gt;One and only&lt;br /&gt;Vows&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;To love someone is to be able to Lean on one another,&lt;br /&gt;think of them as your One and only,&lt;br /&gt;as give your Vows thinking..&lt;br /&gt;"they are Everything to me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738847868865233?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114738847868865233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114738847868865233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738847868865233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738847868865233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-lean-on-one-and-only-vows.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114738699885003184</id><published>2006-05-11T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:36:38.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is a sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sister is someone to lean on,&lt;br /&gt;someone to cry on,&lt;br /&gt;and to lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to share secrets and giggles with throughout the years,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes even tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters have bonds so tight&lt;br /&gt;nothing can break them apart,&lt;br /&gt;not even a little fight.&lt;br /&gt;A sister is your blood, your family, my sister is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can compare to a sister they're best friends and are so much alike.&lt;br /&gt;In other words sisters are the other half of one another, without one,&lt;br /&gt;the other isn't complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Katie Romeo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114738699885003184?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114738699885003184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114738699885003184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738699885003184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114738699885003184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-sister-sister-is-someone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114705028530300949</id><published>2006-05-07T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:04:45.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You take away my fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And wipe away my tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You make me happy when I'm sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You make the world seem not so bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You make me think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You help me to try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You make me wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You make me laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You make my life better, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114705028530300949?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114705028530300949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114705028530300949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114705028530300949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114705028530300949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-you-take-away-my-fears-and-wipe.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114705004803736101</id><published>2006-05-07T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:00:48.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;You smiled at me and touched my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew right then, we'd never be apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;We walked and talked and realized we were the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew right then, someday I'd share your last name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the closest to perfection I've ever known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I want to thank-you for the love you've shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you so much and always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;You fixed the hole in my life I needed to fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anything and everything for you I'd do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, my love, how I need you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your loving embrace and gentle kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fills my soul with erotic bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your compassionate heart and caring soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Flourishes our love and helps it grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are my lover, my confidant, and forever friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;With all my heart, I choose you to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114705004803736101?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114705004803736101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114705004803736101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114705004803736101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114705004803736101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-smiled-at-me-and-touched-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114704984437765400</id><published>2006-05-07T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T17:57:24.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A friend is like a flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a rose to be exact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Or maybe like a brand new gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that never comes unlatched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A friend is like an owl,both beautiful and wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;whose spirit never dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A friend is like a heart that goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;strong until the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Where would we be in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;if we didn't have a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114704984437765400?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114704984437765400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114704984437765400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114704984437765400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114704984437765400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/05/friend-is-like-flower-rose-to-be-exact.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114644107532474851</id><published>2006-04-30T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:51:15.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Why God Made Friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;God made the world with a heart full of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Then He looked down from Heaven above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;And saw that we all need a helping hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Someone to share with, who'll understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;He made special people to see us through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;The glad times and the sad times, too;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;A person on whom we can always depend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Someone we can call a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;God made friends so we'll carry a part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Of His perfect love in all our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114644107532474851?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114644107532474851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114644107532474851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114644107532474851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114644107532474851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-god-made-friends-unknown-god-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114609812296876219</id><published>2006-04-26T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:41:49.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;My other half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;By:Katie Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Six years apart, but so much alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At first we argued over everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we hated each other but I couldn't understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I would always make her cry, then it started to make me feel like I wanted to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Years later we began to talk, laugh, and enjoy each others company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I didn't hang out with her because I had to anymore, I did it because I wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It would put the biggest smile on her face, like she won some sort of race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We became closer everyday, there isn't anything we don't know about one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the reason for that is because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;she's my best friend, my sister, but most importantly.. she's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;my other half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114609812296876219?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114609812296876219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114609812296876219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114609812296876219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114609812296876219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-other-half-bykatie-romeo-six-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114609734119263821</id><published>2006-04-26T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:22:21.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So much to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;By:Katie Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He looked in her big blue eyes and said I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;She knew that this was true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but she didn't know if she really loved him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He was ready to say their vows and say I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But her she didn't have a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When they were young they were stuck to each otherside, like glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But somewhere along the way her heart began to stray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and she fell for a guy that always brightened her day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He said, leave him, I'm here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but she was so confused she didn't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What do you do when you have two loves so true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;She never wanted to make either blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But one day she will have to choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and put an end to her wonderful dream cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;until then she has&lt;em&gt; so much to lose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114609734119263821?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114609734119263821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114609734119263821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114609734119263821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114609734119263821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-much-to-lose-bykatie-romeo-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114581963654120099</id><published>2006-04-23T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:13:56.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When the day ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I lay in bed I think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nothing but You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I see your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;your smooth skin when it rubs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;againsted mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the kiss of you lips makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my mind go wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know every cruve in you body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the every move you make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the every sound of your laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what can I say &lt;em&gt;I'm in Love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&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/21461065-114581963654120099?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114581963654120099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114581963654120099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114581963654120099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114581963654120099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/04/thinking-of-you-when-day-ends-i-lay-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114581910517036543</id><published>2006-04-23T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:05:05.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Big Band, Slow Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you close? Im asked, as if grief&lt;br /&gt;Would sting less deeply were we friends&lt;br /&gt;As well as son and father. Further apart&lt;br /&gt;Two men could never meet, though blood bends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through arteries, veins and capillaries&lt;br /&gt;Summoned into Presence by his pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;On that I could have grown more slowly -&lt;br /&gt;Remember being held, and cradled like treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Mohr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114581910517036543?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114581910517036543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114581910517036543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114581910517036543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114581910517036543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-band-slow-dance-were-you-close-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114581897492202369</id><published>2006-04-23T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:02:54.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ROSES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You love the roses - so do I. I wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The sky would rain down roses, as they rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From off the shaken bush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why will it not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then all the valley would be pink and white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And soft to tread on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They would fall as light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; George Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114581897492202369?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114581897492202369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114581897492202369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114581897492202369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114581897492202369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/04/roses-you-love-roses-so-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114402830691267473</id><published>2006-04-02T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T18:38:26.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Summer Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fades the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Painting the path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of a red stairway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hues mingle in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A glorious tribute to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Every tear ever shed in joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Content with life in every respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The dimming sight of the sleepy sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114402830691267473?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114402830691267473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114402830691267473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114402830691267473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114402830691267473'/><link rel='alternate' 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photos to gaze at each day,&lt;br /&gt;to brighten us up when we're down.&lt;br /&gt;They left us their feelings their purrs and their meows,&lt;br /&gt;that echo around empty rooms.&lt;br /&gt;They left us those moments to think of and smile,&lt;br /&gt;of footfalls not gentle, like horses.&lt;br /&gt;They left us their playing they thought such a lark,&lt;br /&gt;with toy mice and baubles a plenty.&lt;br /&gt;And the house was all empty without our small friends,&lt;br /&gt;but the love that they gave will remain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright Trevor &amp; Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114402803136413748?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114402803136413748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Here is our assignment, hope this is what you were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  Have you ever heard anyone tell you that you need "an endless amount of water?"  I mean how much water is "enough" water? Here's a little scenario..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The other day I heard that if you drink up to 10 glasses of water a day you burn 500 calories, I mean wow what an easy way to burn off 5oo calories doing nothing but drinking water.  Yeah, so I did that all day but I really didn't sit all day.. I figured out the reason why you burn 500 calories is most likely because of the number of times your walking in and out of the bathroom. Ooo wee. So I tried not to do that again, but obviously you still need water so I decided I would cut back to about have and if that's not "an endless amount of water" well than that's just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Nature has alot of accesories, from what you've obviously just seen water is a big part, then there is grass, flowers, trees, rain, thunder, lighting, sunshine, moonlight, wind, snow, hail, rivers, oceans, mountains, hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)  Nature comes with all sorts of different colors.  Grass, duh it's green that's exactly what we think of.  Lighting.. it's like ohh fireworks and add some rain and thunder to it just to make it more exciting.  Sunshine is usually thought of a orange or yellow, as with moonlight most likely white which is also snow too.  And the mountains well depends on what season almost any color will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)  She said, " So I was standing on top of a mountain watching the sunset and I was thinking of all the different colors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly gets interrupted by another girl.. " Ya, so one time this guy like climbed this huge friggen mountain and when he got to the top.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She interrupts back.. "Sh, don't interrupt me.. anyways, when he got to the top he was like it was sooo beautiful blah blah blah and then he like started telling me he wanted to watch the sunset with me but then he like watched it by himself so what did he not want to watch it with me seriously?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answers " You would probably ruin the whole experience for him anyways, I mean got listen to yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks in the room and says "Your totally right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)  Nature is used for many things.. when we're bored we can go out for a walk or ride and enjoy a little scenary or make up a cool adventure and pretend your like totally somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you want to buy your mom a present, go find a field and pick some nice flowers for her, she'll love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature also helps us get to our destinations I mean if there weren't an "outside" man we would all be pretty bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Enjoying the outdoors is not "necessary" some people would rather sit on the couch and watch Everyboy loves Raymond, but hey that's cool.. it's a good show.  We're not talking about a life or death situation, just the outdoors and if you like it you like it, if you don't.. you just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)  Nature makes it's own decisions just like a human.. if it wants to rain and storm want day that's just what it's going to do.. it doesn't care if you had plans to go on a picnic with your boyfriend or girlfriend.. too bad.  Somedays it likes to be sunny though and enjoy it while you can cuz that could change any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indoors is another story though, you want to have a picnic indoors nothings going to stop you, crank that heat up to 80 and pretend like it's a gorgeous day at the beach.  The indoors doesn't care what the outdoors is doing it just "chills."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114375972619788826?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114375972619788826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114375972619788826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114375972619788826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114375972619788826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-is-our-assignment-hope-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114342351547069011</id><published>2006-03-26T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:38:35.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How Will You Kiss? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lilt me your lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;our lost breath intermingling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Synchronize our silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; as lazy hours ease by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Waft cocoa, hazelnut, cinnamon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; scents around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tremble with me in paralyzing pauses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I may no longer breathe without breathing you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Judith Pordon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114342351547069011?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114342351547069011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Crystal Gazer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I shall gather myself into my self again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I shall take my scattered selves and make them one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the future come and the present go - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And the little shifting pictures of people rushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; In tiny self-importance to and fro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Sarah Teasdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114342305499398832?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114342305499398832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114342305499398832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114342305499398832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114342305499398832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/03/crystal-gazer-i-shall-gather-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114342284934691124</id><published>2006-03-26T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:27:29.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope is the thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hope is the thing with feathers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;That perches in the soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And sings the tune without the words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And never stops at all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And sweetest in the gale is heard; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And sore must be the storm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;That could abash the little bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;That kept so many warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I've heard it in the chillest land, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And on the strangest sea; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yet, never, in extremity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; It asked a crumb of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emily Dickinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114342284934691124?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114342284934691124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114342284934691124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114342284934691124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114342284934691124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/03/hope-is-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114279559843694353</id><published>2006-03-19T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:13:18.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="three"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sisters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;When Nan and I were little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;we sometimes used to fight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;she'd read my secret diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;and I would scratch and bite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If she pulled up the window shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I would want it down;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;if she wore short pajamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'd wear a long nightgown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;But then we learned it's better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;to have a sister-friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;someone beside you in the dark, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;someone to hold your hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Now we're glad my hair is long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;and hers is short and curled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The difference doesn't matter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;we're two against the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Ruth Whitman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114279559843694353?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114279559843694353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114279559843694353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114279559843694353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114279559843694353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/03/sisters-when-nan-and-i-were-little-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114279525811772884</id><published>2006-03-19T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:07:38.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What Is A Cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gentle eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;that see so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;paws that have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the quiet touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Purrs to signal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"all is well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and show more love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;than words can tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Graceful movements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;touched with pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a calming presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;by our side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;that will last and grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;small wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;why we love them so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114279525811772884?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114279525811772884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114279525811772884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114279525811772884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114279525811772884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-cat-gentle-eyes-that-see-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114279480548533082</id><published>2006-03-19T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:00:05.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the Spring and watching all of the flowers and trees blossoming so here is a poem about all of  that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;For winter's rains and ruins are over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And all the season of snows and sins;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The days dividing lover and lover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The light that loses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the night that wins;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And time remembered is grief forgotten, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And in green underwood and cover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Blossom by blossom the spring begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Algernon Charles Swinburne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114279480548533082?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114279480548533082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114279480548533082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114279480548533082'/><link rel='self' 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transfer.  We were becoming such good friends and had so much in common, I cried when she left. We still talk almost every day but it's just not the same.  So here is this poem I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;by Gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'll always remember her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;in good times and in bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'll always remember,the good friend that I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Next year we'll be at different schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;We'll have new teachers, new friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;and all new rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'll always remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the good times that we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And with her in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'll never feel bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Every time I saw her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;She made me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I liked her more then anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the day that I met her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I wish we could've been best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;That way I'd know she'd remember me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;till the very end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;As our school year comes to an end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'll always remember her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;as my "wanna be" best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114193279719034244?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114193279719034244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114193279719034244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114193279719034244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114193279719034244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-searching-internet-for-poems-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114193142911404417</id><published>2006-03-09T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:12:47.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a love poem that I really like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is like a hole dug deep in the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;easy to get into,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but hard to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once you're in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're in forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're stuck with the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and it never gets better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes it feels good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and sometimes it feels bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sometimes you're happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and sometimes you're sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The person you love will feel the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He'll love you just as much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and even more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love lasts forever and never dies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so be glad if you have it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nd don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem © by Submitted by&lt;br /&gt;Lorene Aviles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114193142911404417?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114193142911404417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114193142911404417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114193142911404417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114193142911404417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-love-poem-that-i-really-like-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114167575063566314</id><published>2006-03-06T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:09:10.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the latest writing excercise that we did and I thought it turned out pretty cool. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you observe carefully you'll see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life is not all about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It will appear as a clear "bubble."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You will be amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We ourselves flash and yearn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thousands of reactions will occur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when you see the gorgeous sky stir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And moreover my mother told me as a little boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to accomplish this task withouy any questions asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ever to confess your bored,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Go outside and gaze at the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The boredom will be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;because the beauty is the cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114167575063566314?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114167575063566314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114167575063566314' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114167575063566314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114167575063566314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-latest-writing-excercise-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114134644601398251</id><published>2006-03-02T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:40:46.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently in my speech class a girl gave a speech on animal abuse and talked about the shelter she worked in.  I am such an animal lover it broke my heart to here some of the things she said, so here are a couple of poems by some authors to make you think about it. Hope you enjoy, and I hope they touch your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Dog Sits Waiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By: Anonymous&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,&lt;br /&gt;Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been here for days now, with nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;But sit by the road, waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't understand why you left him that day.&lt;br /&gt;He thought you and he were stopping to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sure you'll be back, and that's why he stays.&lt;br /&gt;How long will he suffer? How many more days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry,&lt;br /&gt;He's sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lays down his head and closes his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry From a Lonely Dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would tell me what it is that I've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Why I've had to stay chained up and left alone so long&lt;br /&gt;They seemed so glad to have me when I came here as a pup.&lt;br /&gt;There were so many things we'd do while I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't wait to train me as a companion and as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;And told me how they'd never fear being left alone again.&lt;br /&gt;The children said they'd feed me and brush me every day.&lt;br /&gt;They'd play with me and walk me if only I could stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the family "hasn't time"; they often say I shed.&lt;br /&gt;They do not want me in the house, not even to be fed.&lt;br /&gt;The children never walk me. They always say, "Not now!&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could please them. Won't someone tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I had, you see, was love. I wish they would explain.&lt;br /&gt;Why they said they wanted me, then left me on a chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114134644601398251?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114134644601398251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114134644601398251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114134644601398251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114134644601398251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/03/recently-in-my-speech-class-girl-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-114011652129438261</id><published>2006-02-16T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:02:01.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just thought I would share two of my favorite sister poems..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="three"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no Friend like a Sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's no better friend than a sister - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's no one more loyal and true . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and even when sisters are different . . .their likeness comes shining through! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Perhaps it's a family resemblance that strengthens the bond they share . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;or maybe it's just that sisters live life with a similar flair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A sister remembers your collegehood -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She knows more than you will admitof times you were Little Miss Perfect . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and times you gave others a fit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She's seen you in some situationswhen silence just wouldn't suffice . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and managed somehow to get by with those sisterly words of advice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And when some encouragement's needed . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; a sister will always be there . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to listen . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to laugh . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;or to lean on . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to comfort, or simply to care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's no one who's more in your corner . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and no one you're more grateful to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's no better friend than a sister . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and no better sister than you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "There Is No Friend Like A Sister"by Mary Engelbreit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="four"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A Very Special Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For many years we've shared our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One roof we once lived under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes we laughed, sometimes we cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Through winter storms and thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The younger years have faded fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We've gone our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But through all time our friendship lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our bond in life remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As summer brings the happy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The autumn winds will whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A closer friend I'd never find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Than the one I call my Sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon, 1985&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-114011652129438261?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/114011652129438261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=114011652129438261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114011652129438261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/114011652129438261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-thought-i-would-share-two-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-113977293893583056</id><published>2006-02-12T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:35:38.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Woman Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my white armor I am covered with hair and lice.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bathed for so long I no longer stink&lt;br /&gt;but give off the odor of perfumed catacombs.&lt;br /&gt;When I open my mouth to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;spiders run over my lower lip and down into my beard.&lt;br /&gt;There is a mouse tail hanging out of the corner of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I want our first moments alone to be messy.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to feel all the terror of me you will ever feel, now.&lt;br /&gt;If you take me as I am I will nevr dissapoint you.&lt;br /&gt;I wake at night and cut my dreams into paste-ups;&lt;br /&gt;the snack snack snack of the scissors will test you.&lt;br /&gt;I am violent and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;I eat snake heads.&lt;br /&gt;I have invited my beast to come live in my skin,&lt;br /&gt;look out through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I deny nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I have no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;I will give toy more truth than you ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I fuck like the last day on earth.&lt;br /&gt;When your parents come to visit&lt;br /&gt;I will lead them into the room which is always in darkness&lt;br /&gt;and there under the black light&lt;br /&gt;show them my collection of missionaries&lt;br /&gt;from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;When I say I love you&lt;br /&gt;great greased cogs begin to turn&lt;br /&gt;down below the sewers.&lt;br /&gt;With me you have always more then you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Your leprosy is nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Your psychotic episodes,&lt;br /&gt;your collection of Filipino war knives,&lt;br /&gt;nothing; your vibrating bras&lt;br /&gt;ringed with Italian Christmas lights,&lt;br /&gt;nothing compared to the vise-grip I'll pit on your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your legs will shake so badly waiting for me to come home&lt;br /&gt;you'll scarcely notice they get worse when I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;I drink a glass of blood every morning.&lt;br /&gt;The Jehovah's Witnesses will not knock on my door.&lt;br /&gt;Now I've told you everything.&lt;br /&gt;No surprises down the road, no disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've done all the talking.&lt;br /&gt;That's the hardest thing of all you'll have to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the imagery in this poem because you see that this man loves someone but its kind of scary the way he explains things. He wants the woman to love him for exactly who he is.  In every line you see a different image though and it keeps you very interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-113977293893583056?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/113977293893583056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=113977293893583056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/113977293893583056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/113977293893583056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-woman-blues-inside-my-white-armor.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-113925884605450049</id><published>2006-02-06T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:47:26.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Writing Excercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be.&lt;br /&gt;I warned him,&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing.&lt;br /&gt;Like alot of llamas,&lt;br /&gt;Put a hump on a camels back,&lt;br /&gt;and don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;Run until the next day,&lt;br /&gt;Stay there until the break of day.&lt;br /&gt;Delectable Delectable delirious deliquents destroy destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Fight to the end to destroy everything to have victory.&lt;br /&gt;You have to outsmart the enemy,&lt;br /&gt;so hide behind a snow mound,&lt;br /&gt;and when you see the whites of their eyes, BAM!&lt;br /&gt;The sharks were scary and vicious.&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is blue,&lt;br /&gt;the seagulls are noisy.&lt;br /&gt;I should get my twenty-two out.&lt;br /&gt;And see what I can get,&lt;br /&gt;while I stand on my head.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine myself flying toward the safest place of all.&lt;br /&gt;The dog was barking,&lt;br /&gt;but the burglar was not scared off.&lt;br /&gt;Only the rats were scared when they heard the gun blast.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else remained silent the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many different things going on in this writing excercise, it was very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-113925884605450049?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/113925884605450049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=113925884605450049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/113925884605450049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/113925884605450049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/02/writing-excercise-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-113917117943340240</id><published>2006-02-05T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:26:19.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://romeo102.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently just read the first chapter of Janet Burroway's book &lt;em&gt;Imaginative Writing&lt;/em&gt;. I loved reading all of the stories the imagery in it was just amazing. My favorite story was Sister Godzilla because I could just picture the whole story and it kept me very interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-113917117943340240?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/113917117943340240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=113917117943340240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/113917117943340240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/113917117943340240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/02/katies-blog-i-recently-just-read-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461065.post-113814261912705336</id><published>2006-01-24T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:13:50.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog</title><content type='html'>Well, this is the first time I have ever done this and I'm not really sure what to write. I'm an Elementary Education major and I'm 18 years old, I love children and I can't wait to become a teacher. I enjoy reading and I like to state my opinions often. I love dancing and hanging out with friends . Well that's all I really have to say for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461065-113814261912705336?l=romeo102.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/feeds/113814261912705336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21461065&amp;postID=113814261912705336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/113814261912705336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21461065/posts/default/113814261912705336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romeo102.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-blog.html' title='First blog'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382880413834483779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
