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    <title>A New Beginning </title>
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    <description>A New Beginning </description>
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      <title>Werewolf</title>
      <link>http://nesbinator.blogdrive.com/archive/380.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 07:42:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;FONT face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica&quot; size=1&gt;In a dream I was a werewolf&lt;BR&gt;My soul was filled with crystal light&lt;BR&gt;Lavender ribbons of rain sang&lt;BR&gt;Ridding my heart of mortal fight&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Broken sundown fatherless showdown&lt;BR&gt;Gun hip swollen lip bottle sip yeah I suck dick&lt;BR&gt;Lose grip on gravity falls sky blinding crumbling walls&lt;BR&gt;River sweep away my memories of&lt;BR&gt;Children’s things a young mother’s love&lt;BR&gt;Before the yearning song of flesh on flesh&lt;BR&gt;Young hearts burst open wounds bleed fresh&lt;BR&gt;A young brother skinny and tall my older walks&lt;BR&gt;Oceanward and somber, slumber sleeping&lt;BR&gt;Flowers in the water,&lt;BR&gt;But I’m just his daughter&lt;BR&gt;Walking down an icy grave&lt;BR&gt;leading to my Schizophrenic father.&lt;BR&gt;Weeping willow won’t you wallow louder&lt;BR&gt;Searching for my father’s power&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I’ma shake you off though&lt;BR&gt;Get up on that horse and&lt;BR&gt;Ride into the sunset&lt;BR&gt;Look back with no remorse&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He’s a black magic wielder some say a witch&lt;BR&gt;Wielded darkness when he was wilein’ on his mom’s&lt;BR&gt;And born child and he was the bastard that broke&lt;BR&gt;Up the marriage evil doer doing evil from a baby carriage&lt;BR&gt;And he was born with the same blue eyes&lt;BR&gt;Crystal ships dripping with ice, diamonds coruscate&lt;BR&gt;In the night fireworks electric bright&lt;BR&gt;And now he’s got his own two sons&lt;BR&gt;Tried to hide his tearz in a world of fun&lt;BR&gt;But loveless bedrooms filled with doom&lt;BR&gt;Bring silent heartache July to June&lt;BR&gt;Woon over new young hot flame&lt;BR&gt;Mourn the memories later&lt;BR&gt;Laugh now aligator&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Oh in a dream&lt;BR&gt;My father came to me&lt;BR&gt;And made me swear that I’d keep&lt;BR&gt;What sacred to me&lt;BR&gt;And if I get the choice&lt;BR&gt;To live in his name&lt;BR&gt;I pray my way through the Rain&lt;BR&gt;Singing Oh happy day&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I don’t mean to close the door&lt;BR&gt;But for the record my heart is sore&lt;BR&gt;You blew through me like bullet holes&lt;BR&gt;Left staind on my sheets and stains&lt;BR&gt;On my soul&lt;BR&gt;You left me broke down beggin for change&lt;BR&gt;Had to catch a ride with a man who’s deranged&lt;BR&gt;He had your hands and my father’s face&lt;BR&gt;Another western vampire different time same place&lt;BR&gt;I had dreams that brings me sadness&lt;BR&gt;Pain much deep that a river&lt;BR&gt;Sorrow flow through me in tiny waves of shivers&lt;BR&gt;Corny movies make me reminisce&lt;BR&gt;Breat me down easy on this generic love shit&lt;BR&gt;First kiss frog and princess&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnesbinator.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F380.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>A Techno Love Song</title>
      <link>http://nesbinator.blogdrive.com/archive/379.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 03:18:58 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I fell in love with a bad bad man &lt;BR&gt;Every since i met him &lt;BR&gt;I've been sad sad sad &lt;BR&gt;I'm a jailbird to your music &lt;BR&gt;A criminal in your prayer &lt;BR&gt;I watch you when you sleep &lt;BR&gt;Even when you're not there &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Rainbows wept color all over the streets &lt;BR&gt;When you went away maybe one day we'll meet &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Lipstick i'd wear for one million years &lt;BR&gt;Just to stop your eyes from falling down to you &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I fell in love with a bad bad man &lt;BR&gt;Every since i met him &lt;BR&gt;I've been sad sad sad &lt;BR&gt;I'm a jailbird to your music &lt;BR&gt;A criminal in your prayer &lt;BR&gt;I watch you when you sleep &lt;BR&gt;Even when you're not there &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Rainbows wept color all over the streets &lt;BR&gt;When you went away maybe one day we'll meet &lt;BR&gt;One day we'll meet &lt;BR&gt;One day we'll meet &lt;BR&gt;One day &lt;BR&gt;We'll meet&amp;nbsp;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnesbinator.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F379.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Lost</title>
      <link>http://nesbinator.blogdrive.com/archive/378.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 02:35:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;There once was a gentle boy with no ambitions in mind,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Who leapt from person to person,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Not knowing where he would find his place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Lost and bewildered, by what significant event?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;He did not know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;He never knew.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;One day, he met this girl with miserable and tired eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Who hid them with an effortless, goofy smile, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Always making up a joke to avoid what really needed to be addressed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Fed up and hopeless,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;She never knew life could be so empty,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Until she found him, the misplaced boy without any focused aspirations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;I style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;She always was attracted to a lost cause. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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      <title>Last Week</title>
      <link>http://nesbinator.blogdrive.com/archive/377.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 02:33:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;They say that we do not what sorrow is. We have not lived through their experiences and we have not seen what their eyes have been so traumatized by, so how could we know anything about pain? We are young, we are reckless and irresponsible. We know nothing of love, we know nothing of pain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;So when we are walking fearfully up our front steps, afraid of what may face us when we enter the door, we must remember that we are not allowed appearing hurt. The yells will issue and insults will fly, and soon they will be followed by an eerie, lifeless silence. Forget any politeness and say goodbye to love because they will not be found anytime soon. And when you break down and let the tears flow, it is then when it will be confirmed that you have lost the battle. When you admit what is going on behind that frazzled mind of yours will be the time that your defences will be penetrated. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;In a home where emotion is forbidden, you must learn to be the master of nothingness. A blank face and empty eyes will be all that is acceptable. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnesbinator.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F377.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend. </title>
      <link>http://nesbinator.blogdrive.com/archive/376.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 06:46:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica&quot; size=1&gt;They are the same lessons being taught over and over again&lt;BR&gt;yet never grasped&lt;BR&gt;and always hurt, &lt;BR&gt;there is something wrong with the fear of the unknown. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;At such&amp;nbsp;a young age,&lt;BR&gt;life feels like it's not meant to be&amp;nbsp; understood&lt;BR&gt;but as we grow into something more&lt;BR&gt;will we know what to do then?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;tbc &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;too friggn tired.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnesbinator.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F376.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>&quot;You can't love anyone until you understand that you can't love everyone. &quot;</title>
      <link>http://nesbinator.blogdrive.com/archive/375.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 06:06:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;they say, time heals everything, I'm still waiting.&lt;BR&gt;Love is&amp;nbsp;a complicated thing, &lt;BR&gt;and how many times have you heard that before? Too many. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Music induces what is screaming out inside to be let loose.&lt;BR&gt;Too weak, too nice, there's just something about being internally shy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Preoccupied? Jealous? yes, jealousy indeed&lt;BR&gt;Patience is a virtue&lt;BR&gt;Perhaps it is time to dust off that old mask,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;stop trying to please everyone&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnesbinator.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F375.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Insane.</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 03:55:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;FONT face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica&quot; size=1&gt;Should I speak?&lt;BR&gt;Should I bother shaking hands?&lt;BR&gt;Am I weak If I leave it as it stands?&lt;BR&gt;I've submerged&lt;BR&gt;And I've surfaced with the blame&lt;BR&gt;I guess I'm no good, I guess I'm insane&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Should I go, if she calls out my name?&lt;BR&gt;And if she bleeds, should I wipe up the stain?&lt;BR&gt;And if I'm low, can I drown in this rain?&lt;BR&gt;I guess I'm no good, I guess I'm insane&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And I hate when you say&lt;BR&gt;That I never fight for you&lt;BR&gt;Sometimes you breathe&lt;BR&gt;All over my scar&lt;BR&gt;And you always end up&lt;BR&gt;Closer than close&lt;BR&gt;That's where I give in&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Should I confess&lt;BR&gt;The actions of a hand&lt;BR&gt;In my mind&lt;BR&gt;I'll betray you once again&lt;BR&gt;Why should I climb?&lt;BR&gt;What is there to gain?&lt;BR&gt;This is no good&lt;BR&gt;This is insane&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And I hate when you say&lt;BR&gt;That I never fight for you&lt;BR&gt;Sometimes you breathe&lt;BR&gt;All over my scar&lt;BR&gt;And you always end up&lt;BR&gt;Closer than close&lt;BR&gt;That's whenre I give in&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're taking, you're taking&lt;BR&gt;You're taking me down&lt;BR&gt;You're taking, you're taking&lt;BR&gt;You're taking me down&lt;BR&gt;And you always end up&lt;BR&gt;Closer than close&lt;BR&gt;That's where I give in&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnesbinator.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F374.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>One of the best songs of all time,</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 06:11:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;!-- END OF RINGTONE 1 --&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;B&gt;&quot;Hallelujah&quot;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now I've heard there was a secret chord&lt;BR&gt;That David played, and it pleased the Lord&lt;BR&gt;But you don't really care for music, do you?&lt;BR&gt;It goes like this&lt;BR&gt;The fourth, the fifth&lt;BR&gt;The minor fall, the major lift&lt;BR&gt;The baffled king composing Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;BR&gt;You saw her bathing on the roof&lt;BR&gt;Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you&lt;BR&gt;She tied you&lt;BR&gt;To a kitchen chair&lt;BR&gt;She broke your throne, and she cut your hair&lt;BR&gt;And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Baby I have been here before&lt;BR&gt;I know this room, I've walked this floor&lt;BR&gt;I used to live alone before I knew you.&lt;BR&gt;I've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;BR&gt;Love is not a victory march&lt;BR&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There was a time you let me know&lt;BR&gt;What's really going on below&lt;BR&gt;But now you never show it to me, do you?&lt;BR&gt;And remember when I moved in you&lt;BR&gt;The holy dove was moving too&lt;BR&gt;And every breath we drew was Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You say I took the name in vain&lt;BR&gt;I don't even know the name&lt;BR&gt;But if I did, well really, what's it to you?&lt;BR&gt;There's a blaze of light&lt;BR&gt;In every word&lt;BR&gt;It doesn't matter which you heard&lt;BR&gt;The holy or the broken Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I did my best, it wasn't much&lt;BR&gt;I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch&lt;BR&gt;I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you&lt;BR&gt;And even though&lt;BR&gt;It all went wrong&lt;BR&gt;I'll stand before the Lord of Song&lt;BR&gt;With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;Hallelujah&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnesbinator.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F373.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>A mother's Love to her child </title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 06:00:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica&quot; size=1&gt;&lt;EM&gt;may you always walk with pride&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;may you never stumble and fall&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;may every dream that you want come true&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;i wish for it all &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;i know it is just&amp;nbsp; a wish&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;and they sometimes dont come true&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;that wont stop me wishing&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;cause thats what mothers do&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;may you smile and laugh each day&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;every tears that touch you too&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;may all your troubles seem like things that you can get through&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;and when you feel you're lost&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;may your path appear&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;may you win your darkest hour&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;and know that somewhere love is near&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;i know its just a wish&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;and they sometimes dont come true&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;but that wont stop me wishing &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;cause thats what mother do, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;i know that people can be cruel&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;i know that life is not always fair&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;and the odds are good &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;if you love someone&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnesbinator.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F372.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Early Morning Writings- Wake up, it's a new day</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 02:41:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica&quot; size=1&gt;I've always played with the idea of Death.&lt;BR&gt;It's flirted with me and oh, have I ever flirted back.&lt;BR&gt;It's wanted me, silently screaming for me to come join its dark and somber embrace.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica&quot; size=1&gt;And now, when love is rare to find&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=&quot;Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica&quot; size=1&gt;,&lt;BR&gt;Death seems more appealing than ever there waiting &lt;BR&gt;honestly, patiently, quietly&lt;BR&gt;for me to finally succumb. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/391522/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnesbinator.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F371.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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