<?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/scriber"><title>Tropic - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/</link><description>follows the life and hard times of Jack Brome.  </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/scriber/545197" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/544988" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/544614" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/544302" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/543196" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/541460" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/482673" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/476331" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/473906" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/472473" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/545197"><title>"Time is Near"...Mo Rich Man Po Man...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/545197</link><description>“ Well," M. Call go on, "You, to be honest were described in detail by your father. Especially I remember he saying how much men admire yer super thighs, hows de are strong and hairy as an I-Talian foos ball star, and I have no reason to disbelieve, he had de motive to decieve, other than a few...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/544988"><title>Beware of What You Want...Rich Man Po Man, Cont.</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/scriber/544988</link><description>Gerta relaxes and plans, remembering in the car the rich man had said, “I’ve heard a lot of nice things about you Ms Tomlinson. Very nice. Your father is not bashful in his description of you. 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