<?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/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef"><title>The Whimsical Popsicle - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/</link><description>"...when the gates of Heaven swing open, as
they do from time to time, mixed with the
celestial music is the unmistakable sound of
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Bahay kubo For only you My darling Baby Ko. A refuge for us anytime No matter where we go. The stilts are strong As is my heart No matter what the moon. My Nipa Hut Stands tall to say...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/717527"><title>Life (Lactose free)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/717527</link><description>Sugar cubes for the horse, might be eaten by the children.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/717471"><title>Life (a la carte)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/717471</link><description>We are all televisions and mirrors. We broadcast ourselves to the world, and reflect others back into their own eyes.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/717380"><title>Life (Low calorie edition)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/717380</link><description>I'm thinking of taking a job as a P.A.D. (professional acronym designer)</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/717269"><title>Life (abridged)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/717269</link><description>There are many things in my life I wish I had done differently. But hey! No regrets!</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/717227"><title>Life (condensed version)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/717227</link><description>Parts of our lives make no sense. Anyone who says otherwise is irrational!</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/716803"><title>The moon goes round and round...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/716803</link><description>Has it just been four times in orbit Since you and I became we? Since we touched the stars? The poor slow moon He cannot catch us None can match our love's velocity The sun proffers just a weak imitation Of the momentum Of our dedication Don't be too hard on the universe, J'kosef It's still...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/716741"><title>You, you, you</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/716741</link><description>Some people sing songs about who they want and what they should do I sing in celebration Darling of every single thing that is you</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/716641"><title>Mirrors to infinity</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/716641</link><description>i see the sunset reflecting in your eyes reflecting my eyes shining in our hearts making aurora borealis dark with envy</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/716535"><title>Tutelage for the fumbler</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Whimsical_Popsicle_DKosef/716535</link><description>The sun told me to love you Strong and bright The moon told me to caress you Tenderly through the night The wind told me to run My fingers through your hair My heart told me to kiss you lips So I will linger there</description></item></rdf:RDF>