<?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/callista220019121"><title>Just - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/</link><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/callista220019121/605193" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/605066" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/604980" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/604911" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/605193"><title /><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/605193</link><description>Tonight a brisk wind will blow temperatures will fall springs blooms will be wilted winters one last call Tomorrow the sun will shine blooms will form again leaving us to wonder spring, where have you been?</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/605066"><title>Last night</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/605066</link><description>A midnight feast for two mister halfmoon is our guest silence is our relish out to the pond our quest A friend we meet along the way now we number four unseen chorus begins serenaded on the shore With senses filled to overflow to our friend a good night wish mister halfmoon lights our path home...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/604980"><title>writing</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/604980</link><description>Just when i feel i have nothing to say, and my spirit is falling down, that is when my mind comes alive, and all the words gather around</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/604911"><title /><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/callista220019121/604911</link><description>Swimming under a sea of clouds watery moon floats by thoughts as black as space hands tied with a heavy sigh emptiness in tiny spaces supplied with broken oar bodies slowly sinking so heavenly spirits can soar</description></item></rdf:RDF>