<?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/betsylou"><title>betsy;s page - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/</link><description>poetry and general thoughts</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/betsylou/937884" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937384" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937383" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937127" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937126" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937039" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937027" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937009" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937884"><title>tomorrow is magical</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937884</link><description>tomorrow is so magical. It is like a unicorn. Everyone knows what it is, but no one has seen one. Tomorrow doesn't exist. There is always a tomorrow, but it never really is. It becomes 'today'. My husband always says, "I'll do it tomorrow". His tomorrows are magical. Full of hope and promises...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937384"><title>just a thought..</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937384</link><description>, I can be a nice person, or I can be a prick, It depends if I'm feeling well, or maybe just a little 'sick'. They make me take a lot of pills now, and go away to that 'place'. They all act like what they call life, is actually a personal race. I look around and see no one, who seems 'normal' to...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937383"><title>Just a thought...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937383</link><description /></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937127"><title>the day after</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937127</link><description>The Day After... Today is the 'day after...' Christmas has gone away. Nobody is singing carols, or shopping for gifts today. Christmas cards are all given. and hung up on the wall. Children's toys are broken, Turkey and ham eaten by all. I went into the store Walmart, to return an unwanted gift...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937126"><title>the day after</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937126</link><description /></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937039"><title>only take one...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937039</link><description>Only take one.. I stood in the long line of children. Since I was so young, I was placed at the, end of the line. Even though I had lived in the orphanage for a long time, I knew no ones name. Only the name of my brothers, but they were kept separated from me since I was a girl... I stood in the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937027"><title>poetry---'A Book is found</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937027</link><description>A Book is found I walked alone on that dreary day, my heart it felt so sad. I had no reason to feel this way, yet I just couldnt feel glad. I passed a book lying in the grass, but it wasn't interesting to me. I walked on by but then I paused, and returned to it just to see. When I picked it up, I...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937009"><title>prayer</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/betsylou/937009</link><description>Teach me to prAY As I walked out of a room one day, i Heard somebody say, "I hope she feels better soon, will be sure to pray!" I've been to a few churches at times' where prayer is at the top of the list. Often I sat and I would listen I wondered, "Is a true prayer really like this?" So I put...</description></item></rdf:RDF>