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Yet I am troubled by my want, and I know that I am free and I know...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CRShelley/728847"><title>BEER AND BONES</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CRShelley/728847</link><description>BEER AND BONES Up all night Dust ‘til dawn Feels so right Getting good and gone Spent my life Juicin’ my jones When I die I’ll be beer and bones Born a creep Cold and alone Born to reap The seeds that I’ve sown Salt in my eye Casting my stones When I die I’ll be beer and bones Up all night...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CRShelley/603609"><title>MONEY...monkey...MONEY...monkey...MONEY...monkey...MONEY...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CRShelley/603609</link><description>Mon (k) ey A drug that makes you feel good It takes your cares away You'd do all things, God knows you would If only you could pay But give the devil his due Work hard and try your best Everybody's got it, but you Then somebody steals the rest It used to take a little Now this drug, it takes a...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CRShelley/602406"><title>REVERSE</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CRShelley/602406</link><description>Reverse Turn your eyes away from the masses; Away from where you're going And look behind your dark sunglasses Into the soul without it knowing. 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