<?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/bradbucs"><title>Bradbucs Blunders - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/</link><description>A myriad of myopic poems and prose.</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/bradbucs/607210" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/606576" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/606562" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/606340" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/605384" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/605349" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/605058" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/604822" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/604783" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/604781" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/607210"><title>For John</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/607210</link><description>©Cyndi Bradbury, 2009 I have a column in my journal titled “Great Lovers I Have Known”, And I wanted you to live there, To keep you for my own. I guess I’ve held too tightly, Your eyes are full of fear. And I’ve looked to you for love Instead of looking in a mirror. I’ve hung on to a dream That...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/606576"><title>Haiku No. 12</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/606576</link><description>Three kitties sleeping, One large dog not feeling well, pets adding to life.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/606562"><title>The Perfect Man</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/bradbucs/606562</link><description>©Cyndi Bradbury, 2009 In my search for the Perfect Man I won’t settle for a throw of the dice. I’m gonna make me a real long list, And then I’ll check it twice. 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