<?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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4"><title>Gloria's Poetry 4 - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/</link><description>There are lots of things a person can say about their job, and I've said a lot of those things here in verse.  Most are job-specific, but many people will identify with them, nonetheless.</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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667952" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667694" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667563" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667461" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667288" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667158" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/666986" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/666894" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/666893" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667952"><title>Telemarketing</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667952</link><description>A Telemarketing Nursery Rhyme Mary, Mary’s quite contrary When the telemarketers call. 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I hardly can breathe; I don’t dare to sneethe,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667563"><title>My boss put a copy of this in the front entry of the factory offices.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667563</link><description>Sewing Pouches I sew pouches for couches and pouches for chairs For somebody’s basement and someone’s upstairs. Someone will rest on the pouches I sew; Could be a stranger or someone I know. Pouches of fabric of various hues To rest your tired head on while watching the news. Pouches of velvet,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667461"><title>Work</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/667461</link><description>Friendship Lane "Friendship Lane." Now let me explain: It used to be called just "North". 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Just a housewife—did I hear you right? Hold onto your horses, don’t let them take flight. I’m a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker, A nurse and a doctor, and, yes, undertaker. Director of Interior— the inside of the house— And wardrobe consultant for my loving spouse. I’m a...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/666986"><title>Work</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/666986</link><description>Not Just a Nurse's Aide "You're just a nurse's aide?" she said. I guess she didn't use her heas. Or maybe she just didn't know, So I looked at her and answered, "No, I'm a nurse's aide and proud. I'll gladly say it right out loud. Ninety per cent of the hands-on care Is given by us--you should be...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/666894"><title>Work</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/666894</link><description>The Night Shift We answer lights and do our rounds, And listen for all kinds of sounds. Who's that coughing down the hall? We don't want anyone to fall. Working the night shift at The Home; Sometimes so busy we need a clone To help us get our work all done Before the rising of the sun. On the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/666893"><title>Work</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/GreetingsbyGloria4/666893</link><description>Working Overtime I wonder what my house looks like. I’m not there very much; But on my break I call my house So we can keep in touch. 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