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If you have time, please take a look at my other blogs: FARSAILOR'S VOYAGE * FARSAILOR'S WEATHER GAGE * FARSAILOR'S WRITING MISADVENTURES * MURDER BY DEATH, AND OTHER GOOD STUFF 
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A chance meeting, business, She a secretary, he harried, Calm, soothing, so much more, A spark flared, fire kindled. Contrived visits, anything at all, Mutual...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FARSAILOR4404/430475"><title>DEATH IS OFTEN CHANCY,  LOVE ON THE OTHER HAND SOMETHING ELSE.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FARSAILOR4404/430475</link><description>RINGS Upon his finger, Beneath glove and grime, A simple band of gold, Never did he take it off, A link to her and home, Months went by, dangers many, End of tour approaching, Patrol for IEDs, sweeping route, Out of corner of eye, Fireball flaming towards him, In the night, restless worried, She...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FARSAILOR4404/430277"><title>NEW YEAR, NEW LEAF, OR JUST FANING THE PAGES OF THE OLD BOOK?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FARSAILOR4404/430277</link><description>THE DRINK She was tight, Depressed, drinking, Far gone, Still empty, Seeking solace, Hiding within bottle, Out of money, Night still young, Drink she needed, Drink was offered, She glanced his way, Benefactor wantabe, Judgment clouded, She straighten up, Tried smiling sexy, Took the drink, Downed...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FARSAILOR4404/428168"><title>SMALL THINGS HAVE A WAY OF ROLLING DOWN HILL AND BEGOMING BIG THINGS...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FARSAILOR4404/428168</link><description>SCENT Sipping morning tea, Something new, different, Couldn’t figure out, Definitely something changed, Environment of home, Altered somehow, someway, Concentrated, no clue, Troubling all day, Returned, still changed, Finally, 1 am, awaken, Eureka, cried I, It was a scent, Not just any, It was...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FARSAILOR4404/427708"><title>POSSESSIONS CAN TAKE ON A LIFE ALL THEIR OWN, MIRRORING LIFE...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FARSAILOR4404/427708</link><description>MATTRESS Mattress at the curb, Discarded as trash, More than decade served, Wedding present from Mom, First time, blood there was, Much joy, some sorrow, Tears and fears, bitterness, Turmoil, fights, stress yes, Joy, tenderness too, much, Nights alone, nights together, Some times nights together,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FARSAILOR4404/426991"><title>CHRISTMAS GIVING, WHAT A DRAG, NO WAIT, WHAT AN ADVENTURE AND PLEASURE....</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/FARSAILOR4404/426991</link><description>EARRINGS For Christmas, Decide I did, Earrings for her, Hints for suggestions, I dropped around, Got the idea, Jewelry conventional, Enough she had, Something different, Wild and whacky, Deeply personal, Perhaps secretly private, Puzzled I, clueless, Asked sources close, Her Sis, Mom, Drew blank...</description></item></rdf:RDF>