<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/I-R-William1937"><title>I-R-William Rambles Again - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/I-R-William1937/</link><description>"........and anyway, there I was stuck in some kind of time space warp with punkers, old hippies, acid rock poets, philanderers, unwed fathers, basket cases, old retired guys and girls resembling stars in a off Broadway musical, a snake charmer, bootleggers and Karoake wannabes.....but anyway Like I was saying.....Where was I???...Oh! 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