<?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/merrylegs"><title>Merrylegs - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/merrylegs/</link><description>My real name is Maureen. I'm a teacher/poet/writer. I want to let people know about bipolar and depression and how it can be controlled. Also I want to combat the stigma, even from one's own family, that goes with it.</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/merrylegs/484774" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/merrylegs/484774"><title>The Serpent's Tooth</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/merrylegs/484774</link><description>The Serpent’s Tooth CHAPTER ONE I looked around for a brick. There were a lot of stones but I wanted something big to smash the glass. That bitch had locked me out again, locked me out of my own room. I found a brick. But I didn’t like it. It was mossy and slimy from the rain, and there was a big chip off a corner. There was another nearby, dry and much cleaner. My excitement soared as I raised my arm a foot from the window and crashed the brick into it shattering it into a hundred million...</description></item></rdf:RDF>