<?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/sailheat4992"><title>The Proud Old Man - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/</link><description>Some long ones, some sonnets</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/sailheat4992/439560" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439372" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439020" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439018" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439017" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439560"><title>The Proud Old African - Part 2</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439560</link><description>Is it right? You say I'm old? Did I not, at the festival of Rain, Defeat the men in the log-tossing match? Did I not still with the most fearless ones, Hunt the Leopard and the Anaconda at night? And saved the farmers' goats from further harm? And you say I'm old? Did I not, to announce the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439372"><title>The Proud Old Man</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439372</link><description>They say they are healthier than me, Though they cannot walk to the end of a mile. At their age, I walked forty at night To wage battle at dawn. They think they are healthier than me: When their socks get wet, they catch cold. When my sockless feet got wet, I never sneezed. But they still think...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439020"><title>Sonnet 3</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439020</link><description>When this rough game was still tough, So hard, and bad, with thicker trends; We set our minds against all odds: We fought for ourselves, yet our hearts bend. For shit reasons, we never thought the game would end. We started this; that'd become A bringer of wealth; the offers we send; The money we...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439018"><title>Sonnet 2</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439018</link><description>I remember a day, some months ago; I was young, like this, some weeks before nineteen. I was there on my bed, arose to some ego. My skin in flame, my hair erect, yes, I was a teen. I cried, wept, I was alone in the dark; then a thing, I could hear its beeps; Forcefully in rage, I feared - then, I...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439017"><title>Sonnet 1</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sailheat4992/439017</link><description>Thinking of hard poetry in pains; That I did rythm, yet could not write a sonnet. I lied, I tried, wrote about whores, but all in vain. Once in a while, I often did calculate The total number of poems from my head did evacuate; Yes! I wrote of princesses, and princes and of love. I wrote a...</description></item></rdf:RDF>