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Your soft spoken melody leaves me with no refrain My hands and mouth a hot southern sun No sweet rhymes will make me bleed... The starving mind to...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Smittenheimer6679/582713"><title>Lost</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Smittenheimer6679/582713</link><description>credits: Little Johnny Campau near Campau Lake, Michigan</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Smittenheimer6679/582192"><title>Joy Within...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Smittenheimer6679/582192</link><description>I'm slipping in the quicksand and chairing off the lions, script a flip on gentler times, when what we had was fine Skipped the pen to dot my eyes and struck along my tees, because you keep those unsaid thoughts springing with me. Keen senses with effusiveness and perfected fingertips, pruning on...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Smittenheimer6679/581782"><title>Shades of Grey</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Smittenheimer6679/581782</link><description>In the mirror you see shades of grey looking back at me… Lost in time riding a wavelength of pure light and joy… In your eyes I see hope for the future. Unwind… It was homeward bound when you found a kiss on the lips that you felt to your toes… An open hearted paradise When we care When we dare...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Smittenheimer6679/581779"><title>Relaxation</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Smittenheimer6679/581779</link><description>Photography ©2008 David M. 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