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I can't find the time to do all the exciting desires of my heart. I'm filled with the wonders of life and love to overflowing. I'm almost finished recording my CD and my focus needs to be on that...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/506129"><title>A First at Christmas Time….and</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/506129</link><description>(The Three Words…All Long to Hear) A night of exploration and discovery Where she holds strengths and he Lacks patience, where he holds Firm and she crumbles ‘neath the Endearing sparkle in his eyes, as he Anticipates her loving Confirmation They try, in each their own way Of giving and receiving...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/505809"><title>Beauty in the Eyes of the Beholder</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/505809</link><description>I had an’ if I didn’t go and then a’ should have known To a whatchamacallit and a thingymagig And he said, “ Huh, could you run that by me one More time? Just for the sake of argument I haven’t a CLUE what you just said.” I then, stating the obvious, if he HAD been listening Half as much to my...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/505404"><title>Just One More Year</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/505404</link><description>The holiday came and went in silence Just another day, Everyone had plans, going to and fro and I, without direction, not wanting to intrude Said I had to work, I lied, I didn’t Just missing you and among the love and joy Didn’t want to try and hold back the tears Just one more year, just one...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/504528"><title>On poetry/lyrics.....</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/504528</link><description>Forgive me if my rhthym boasts louder than my whispered words. I purposely titled whispered words poignantly. I am slowly gaining new stanza to old rhythm. I was gifted as a child to play the guitar as my father and his father before him played in small, local bands and my mother sang as well but...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/504351"><title>Freedom</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/504351</link><description>Proof of the big guy, in provincial plan No other explanation for our circumstance For our bless'ed circumstance I love you Freedom I was never enough until you came along None would accept my dreams, my bless'ed dreams They had no dreams of their own, selfish They’d say to follow my dreams If my...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/504158"><title>A Man on a Mission</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/504158</link><description>You said you’d be late, I didn’t hesitate To throw another log on, light another candle The wine’s been chillin’ for more than an hour It’s okay, I understand, drive careful now It’s only been a week, actually five days And five long nights My how time stops when your heart lies at The junction...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/503917"><title>Don't Say a Word </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/503917</link><description>Don’t say a word, it’s been so long Maybe just the telephone Let me hear, for just a moment Nothing between us, but our breathing Close your eyes, let me hear your Heart beating, mine’s so tired of Trying to keep, rhythm without feeling So many miles, from your embrace I close my eyes and see...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/503711"><title>Oh, Forgettable Me! </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/503711</link><description>I know you say it’s not fair when I say these things I do so far away But hold fast to the memories, we mus’nt let them fade You say it’s not fair, please don’t say remember when But what about that quaint, little dive where they Let us pick out our own lobsters to boil If I hadn’t of given him a...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/503580"><title>Weeping Willow Man</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Layna_Ann/503580</link><description>He’s been here for a hundred years, forever crying lonely tears I sip my tea and watch him every afternoon He’s very old, hunched over it seems, but More so sad as if he lost his dreams, until One day I joined him, sitting down beside him With guitar in hand to write this song Soon wind joined in...</description></item></rdf:RDF>