<?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/joaohnna"><title>John Lennon's - Eye View... by Joaohnna. - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/</link><description>Joaohnna's search for life and meaning...and survival in the severest of predicaments has driven her to extremes, and possibly to liberties on the border, razor edge of insanity... but through it all, the one question we might all well arsk ourselfs is ever,,, "I wonder wot John Lennon would think on that...???"//... and so you get a blog like the following... A John's Eye View... with sweat, and love, and life's experiences... of two people..and that is our answer...to put it in a cute phrase.</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/joaohnna/495039" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/463811" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/458063" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/453421" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/451771" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/495039"><title>Birthday Wishes For John and Sean OnoLennon from the Wilderness of canada</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/495039</link><description>Looking Into Your Eyes... To Sean Looking into your eyes... I see the pain of John. -Your Daddy - the same - haunting - woe begotten sad lonely -pain filled - stare. I want to reach out and hug you - for him. John was taken out -taken out of our realm -of vision - of sight - of existence -what we...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/463811"><title>A beautiful Sping Day...Cool and Sunny and Intense Blue Sky..</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/463811</link><description>The fish tank bubbles noisily, and heat never overran the day. It was snowing yesterday..(a saturday: the long week-end in May). Time to take a break from cleaning and mechanics, internet studies, and ebook construction,.. a break from noise and shuffle, and rush and bustle... maybe even a nap to...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/458063"><title>"I Want to Hold Your Hand": Changing the World.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/458063</link><description>"I Wanna Hold Your Hand".. changing the world. "I Wanna Hold Your Hand".. Changing the World: a dialogue. A little fiction, a little fantasy, and a picture to go with... from... a walk in the bush in northern Ontario, Canada, in February of 2007. Madness occurs in many places... "John,-.. what...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/453421"><title>Dec. 12, 1980.. making bread (((with or without John...)))</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/453421</link><description>Dec 12, 1980.....making bread (with or without John...) I was still in HEAVY GRIEVING... but it was time to make bread. That's the family staple... the only way to feed us all satisfactorally on the budget: i.e.: you don't make ends meat, you make them bread... anyway... I stumbled down to the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/451771"><title>"Help me Get My Feet Back On The Ground."...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joaohnna/451771</link><description>"Help me..Get my feet back on the ground...." What did John Mean by this?! Let's take a walk in John's shoes... The Beatles became famous and were recognized everywhere they went. When they were young, they were bopping about.. you know, walking, running, bicycling, taking busses, and cabs..or...</description></item></rdf:RDF>