<?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/RITE2SPIN"><title>RITE2SPIN - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/</link><description>I love to write.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/618954" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/618853" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/618162" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/614278" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/614169" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/613879" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/613524" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/607511" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/607241" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/607124" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/618954"><title>four mile creek</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/618954</link><description>He lived on a dirt road just a little ways past four mile creek chickens on the front porch no shoes on his feet he was stuck in the past haunted by the vietnam war tobacco stains on his lips overhauls is all he wore he'd say pull up a seat son and we'll chew on the fat and he'd tell you where...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/618853"><title>fallen</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/618853</link><description /></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/618162"><title>fallen</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/618162</link><description>flowers will not mend his broken soul nor will they re figure his disfigurement and know his song hurts for the truth thousands will flock to the emptiness of his vessel but his spirit has flown answers will be wanted for all the wrong questions wanting to know why he has gone the final trip the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/614278"><title>waist deep</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/614278</link><description /></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/614169"><title>waist deep</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/614169</link><description>standing in the middle of spirits creek scared to death in water waist deep winds have changed winter to spring I still remember what daddy said his words still echo in my head son don't go to far the water gets deep but I didn't listen and went up over my head thought I was drowning man I thought...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/613879"><title>chicken mill creek</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/613879</link><description /></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/613524"><title>Chicken mill creek</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/613524</link><description>just like yesterday I can hear Aunt Katie calling and we'd be knee deep in Chicken Mill Creek I can still hear her voice echo through the bottom and we knew it meant supper was ready and to get our butts on home there'd be Uncle Doug in the side yard with a bottle Lord know he loves his drink but...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/607511"><title>Concreate mixer</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/607511</link><description>(MUST READ LAST ENTRY FIRST TO UNDERSTAND) pieces of ruble scattered around kept in a pile or throwed on the ground things that cause must folks to turn up there nose he would simply smile and say I scored big son! just liked he'd struck gold Here is the description of the concrete mixer my old...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/607241"><title>NEVER LETTING GO//CONCREATE MIXER</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/607241</link><description /></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/607124"><title>NEVER LETTING GO</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RITE2SPIN/607124</link><description>Often times the things we can't let go of in life are the things we did not hold on to, If you understand what I am trying to get across. What it is I am trying to say is this, we are presented with things in life that I believe we should have grabbed hold to and held on for dear life. For me my...</description></item></rdf:RDF>