<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:14:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog 1</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771542628761527</id><published>2006-05-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:50:26.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its amazing the things I seen now that I’m older&lt;br /&gt;My little sister sits and cries on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Over the same exact things I used to worry about&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell her they don’t matter, shell figure it out&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the last of your worries wait till you see&lt;br /&gt;But obviously she doesn’t listen to me&lt;br /&gt;She just gets ticked because I’m telling her what to do&lt;br /&gt;My dad always says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“ You can't get mad 'cause she’s just like you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771542628761527?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771542628761527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771542628761527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771542628761527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771542628761527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-like-me.html' title='Just Like Me'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771535495130959</id><published>2006-05-15T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:49:14.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering Phone Machines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He reaches over and pushes the button.  ONE NEW MESSAGE MESSAGE ONE ….Honey are you there?  Hello!!!  You’d better not be avoiding me!!  You know how much I hate talking on these things.  You youngins depend on those darn machines too dang much these days with all your gadgets.  Back in my time when you answered the phone you took chance on it being someone you didn’t want to talk to.  Now you kids are so fancy with your caller id and your answering phone machines. Your probably saying yeah yeah mom, but its true you know. He laughs cause that was exactly what he was thinking.  Well anyways when are you going to come visit your poor old mother?  He shrugs his shoulders as he reaches for the milk.  I was in labor with you for three days straight you know.  He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.  The least you can do is stop by every once and a while!!   I’m not gonna be around forever you know.  Your aunt Velma is coming over so we can go to bingo so make sure when you call it’s after eight.  Well stop by if you get the chance okay.  Love you.  Beeeeeep.  He grabs the remote and sits down on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771535495130959?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771535495130959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771535495130959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771535495130959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771535495130959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/answering-phone-machines.html' title='Answering Phone Machines'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771524953649005</id><published>2006-05-15T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:47:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Bullets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I bought myself a Nerf Gun,&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it was fun&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way it felt in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And the way it suctions when I’d hit the fan&lt;br /&gt;I loved the little foamy things.&lt;br /&gt;What are they called oh bullets&lt;br /&gt;That’s what brings&lt;br /&gt;This awful horrible sorrow of mine&lt;br /&gt;I lose the bullets all of the time&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I’m writing these lines&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ve lost all of my bullets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now my Nerf Gun is not a good find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771524953649005?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771524953649005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771524953649005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771524953649005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771524953649005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-bullets.html' title='Bad Bullets'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771516744023426</id><published>2006-05-15T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:46:07.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Looking through the window&lt;br /&gt;An innocent girl&lt;br /&gt;Pondering on her bed&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes so tainted&lt;br /&gt;I look harder&lt;br /&gt;So much is revealed&lt;br /&gt;Scars telling her life&lt;br /&gt;Mental abuse&lt;br /&gt;Problems&lt;br /&gt;Questions&lt;br /&gt;Insults&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And so much more&lt;br /&gt;A tear piercing her cheek&lt;br /&gt;She feels so little&lt;br /&gt;She can not sleep&lt;br /&gt;Every thing clouds her mind&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize something strange&lt;br /&gt;That girl’s face looks a lot like mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771516744023426?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771516744023426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771516744023426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771516744023426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771516744023426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/looking-in.html' title='Looking In'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771509647125878</id><published>2006-05-15T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:58:14.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>Many thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;I know I can trust you&lt;br /&gt;The words are on my lips&lt;br /&gt;But they just stumble back inside&lt;br /&gt;My world is so unclear&lt;br /&gt;For once if only I could tell you&lt;br /&gt;Would you understand?&lt;br /&gt;The pain&lt;br /&gt;The fear&lt;br /&gt;I can’t describe it&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts get pushed around&lt;br /&gt;But they still remain&lt;br /&gt;I think of words to say&lt;br /&gt;But none make it to you&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is cry…&lt;br /&gt;Cry out in vain&lt;br /&gt;No one understands me&lt;br /&gt;Why are things so crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Only if I could speak&lt;br /&gt;My life seems to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You speak to me your words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;I am too lost to take it&lt;br /&gt;I just need a little time&lt;br /&gt;I need to make it clear&lt;br /&gt;I am lost and confused&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I lied to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771509647125878?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771509647125878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771509647125878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771509647125878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771509647125878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771504939346003</id><published>2006-05-15T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:44:09.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sitting in her rocking chair&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for something&lt;br /&gt;Her life is now bare&lt;br /&gt;Three words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;The cycle was broken&lt;br /&gt;She hates to depend on me&lt;br /&gt;She wants him back, I can see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but he is gone now&lt;br /&gt;We both miss him&lt;br /&gt;She’s figured it out now,&lt;br /&gt;But still she waits&lt;br /&gt;Soon will come her fate&lt;br /&gt;And then she will hear&lt;br /&gt;the three words&lt;br /&gt;shes waited for all of these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771504939346003?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771504939346003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771504939346003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771504939346003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771504939346003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771492505617239</id><published>2006-05-15T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:42:05.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen For You</title><content type='html'>Lying awake&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;Feelings grow inside&lt;br /&gt;They are unreal&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you knew how I feel&lt;br /&gt;My heart has fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you understand&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to hear I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771492505617239?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771492505617239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771492505617239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771492505617239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771492505617239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/fallen-for-you.html' title='Fallen For You'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771486707436203</id><published>2006-05-15T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:41:07.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class/Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sitting in this chair&lt;br /&gt;Voices speaking out loud&lt;br /&gt;Some asking questions,&lt;br /&gt;Some laughing at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher sitting on his desk&lt;br /&gt;Thinking he’s so big&lt;br /&gt;But inside he’s just a little guy&lt;br /&gt;Wondering when class is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the students observing the class&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in their own little world&lt;br /&gt;A few even listen to the man on the desk&lt;br /&gt;While the others think of ways&lt;br /&gt;To torture him back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771486707436203?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771486707436203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771486707436203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771486707436203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771486707436203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/classhell.html' title='Class/Hell'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771479005089619</id><published>2006-05-15T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:39:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pencil I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;  Im am round&lt;br /&gt;            I am hard&lt;br /&gt;            I am free&lt;br /&gt;Until someone sharpens me&lt;br /&gt;         I am captured&lt;br /&gt;         I am covered&lt;br /&gt;          I am reused&lt;br /&gt;          I will write&lt;br /&gt;           I will fight&lt;br /&gt;          I have scars&lt;br /&gt;         Teeth marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I am a pencil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             shaaar&lt;br /&gt;               pen&lt;br /&gt;                ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771479005089619?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771479005089619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771479005089619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771479005089619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771479005089619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/pencil-i-am.html' title='A Pencil I am'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771457971693036</id><published>2006-05-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:36:19.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Little boys and little girls&lt;br /&gt;So lost in this world&lt;br /&gt;No place to go,&lt;br /&gt;No place to hide&lt;br /&gt;Wondering the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering the night&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later they’ll decide to get high&lt;br /&gt;The drugs will say,&lt;br /&gt;“Poor boys and girls come inside.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771457971693036?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771457971693036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771457971693036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771457971693036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771457971693036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/streets.html' title='Streets'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771453630256796</id><published>2006-05-15T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:58:40.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Tall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wind battling the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves falling like soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breeze flying through the branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brave prepare for the next season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771453630256796?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771453630256796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771453630256796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771453630256796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771453630256796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/standing-tall.html' title='Standing Tall'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771445732367313</id><published>2006-05-15T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:34:17.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hick Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I’m so bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There’s nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;This town is so small&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I’m screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years that I have wasted&lt;br /&gt;The past that I have tasted&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing compares to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blinded&lt;br /&gt;I can still see you&lt;br /&gt;These visions embrace me&lt;br /&gt;They try to erase me&lt;br /&gt;It seems I still see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave,&lt;br /&gt;Erase yourself from me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say.&lt;br /&gt;Im asking you not to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Please just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771445732367313?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771437480265689</id><published>2006-05-15T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:32:54.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I’m so scared and confused.&lt;br /&gt;Then I look into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And I know everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lose you,&lt;br /&gt;Will I go crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Could I live without your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I cry without your shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;Helplessly shifting,&lt;br /&gt;I realize your gone,&lt;br /&gt;My world is fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771437480265689?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771437480265689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771437480265689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771437480265689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771437480265689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771425619985548</id><published>2006-05-15T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:30:56.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Taking life for granted,&lt;br /&gt;Sick of living day by day,&lt;br /&gt;I push my future out,&lt;br /&gt;I stop living in the now,&lt;br /&gt;It takes a good smack&lt;br /&gt;To wake me up…owe.&lt;br /&gt;But my father does succeed,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m kind of freaking out&lt;br /&gt;So much time is behind me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have seen,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of wishing I was older,&lt;br /&gt;Oh well too late now I say&lt;br /&gt;Old age is getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;Time to start living day by day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771425619985548?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771425619985548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771425619985548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771425619985548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771425619985548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-by-day.html' title='Day by Day'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771417740014437</id><published>2006-05-15T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:29:37.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss</title><content type='html'>Like a broken record,&lt;br /&gt;I crumble to your touch.&lt;br /&gt;Without a word being spoken,&lt;br /&gt;This is all too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out of breath,&lt;br /&gt;I reach out to touch your chest,&lt;br /&gt;You control my every move.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive crumbled to your power,&lt;br /&gt;The love now has gone sour.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free is what I dream of&lt;br /&gt;You is what I am made of,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771417740014437?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771417740014437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771417740014437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771417740014437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771417740014437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/boss.html' title='Boss'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771413078616075</id><published>2006-05-15T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:28:50.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some say it’s great,&lt;br /&gt;Some say they hate,&lt;br /&gt;But I say it’s different.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure? Which is it?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fun? Is it long?&lt;br /&gt;Is it all about the bong?&lt;br /&gt;Some people think so.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I’ve noticed though,&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people put on a show,&lt;br /&gt;Half the guys blow,&lt;br /&gt;And suck at beer pong.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, with your mom.&lt;br /&gt;What in a pond?&lt;br /&gt;Awe how sweat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;College is beat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771413078616075?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771413078616075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771413078616075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771413078616075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771413078616075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771404802682503</id><published>2006-05-15T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:27:28.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The last one&lt;br /&gt;The final shot&lt;br /&gt;Final run&lt;br /&gt;Try and stick through it&lt;br /&gt;No I’ve got to give up&lt;br /&gt;Can’t take this anymore&lt;br /&gt;Quick turns&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Just so tired&lt;br /&gt;Its all over&lt;br /&gt;Quick finish&lt;br /&gt;Now cant breathe&lt;br /&gt;Knees feel week&lt;br /&gt;Changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;Quitting is sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Harder than sticking with it&lt;br /&gt;Huddle up…..&lt;br /&gt;Come on get with it&lt;br /&gt;Good practice today&lt;br /&gt;Finally it’s done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771404802682503?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771404802682503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771404802682503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771404802682503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771404802682503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771400272563806</id><published>2006-05-15T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:26:42.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Drill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rims out&lt;br /&gt;We’re done&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes&lt;br /&gt;Long&lt;br /&gt;As fast as possible&lt;br /&gt;Backwards&lt;br /&gt;Loud&lt;br /&gt;Suck it up&lt;br /&gt;Just eight turns&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771400272563806?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771400272563806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771400272563806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771400272563806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771400272563806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/tiger-drill.html' title='Tiger Drill'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771394499654490</id><published>2006-05-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:25:44.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can feel the tears well within me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying not to but I am.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so Hard so…..&lt;br /&gt;Impossible… Why does&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much, because,&lt;br /&gt;It’s really over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771394499654490?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771394499654490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771394499654490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771394499654490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771394499654490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771388026058459</id><published>2006-05-15T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:24:40.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;           WOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don’t know what to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ay besides &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                   WOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just when &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou think that they are about to let you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;they fight thru and prove themselves all around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They just wanted to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;id the team of the fake fans, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the people who jumped on the bandwagon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thru this season I &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;an not count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the amount of time that I have spent bailing them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;From the disappointing loss to the worst team,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Over rated i think not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yo&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; know what i mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Too many spectators are so quick to give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They really ju&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;t wanted you to get up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They have redeemed themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The best team &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't forget Gerry deserves to be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So when the soon to be Big East champs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;upset your new found team in the dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just remember that real men wear orange, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and real fans stick around&lt;br /&gt;all the way through, the ups and the downs&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771388026058459?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771388026058459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771388026058459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771388026058459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771388026058459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/impressive.html' title='Impressive'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771341270820135</id><published>2006-05-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:31:48.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There’s a reason for everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that’s what they say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A reason for things to be this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It’s hard to believe this,&lt;br /&gt;let alone agree with it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but why’d it happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he couldn’t be a little lenient?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The boy was so young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;trying to be a man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess if you want to hear god laugh,&lt;br /&gt;tell him your plan college, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then marriage, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a little fun in between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If only 21 could have been seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But he’s not the only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that’s the worst part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She’s now got to live with a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A women once said don’t do anything you’ll regret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now that’s all she’ll think about, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it’ll be impossible to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No matter what you tell her she’s going to fret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If only my reactions weren’t so slow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;would the outcome be different? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;would I not be alone?&lt;br /&gt;And the boy in the back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that nobody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;critical condition, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but hey his blood still flows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he'll have a name now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in death or in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But so will the culprit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the man with the knife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a beer in his hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and a wheel in his palm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;why did he do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he couldn’t call anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So now we’re all left with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a bunch of regrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Absolutely the worst possible bet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let him take control now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;try to learn and not forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;let your head bow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love and miss you,&lt;br /&gt;forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but especially now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771341270820135?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771341270820135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771341270820135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771341270820135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771341270820135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/forever-and-now.html' title='Forever and Now'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114771314760920815</id><published>2006-05-15T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:12:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha Drunk !!!!</title><content type='html'>2 beer queeer sooo i her......&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot but I’m not&lt;br /&gt;it really takes 3&lt;br /&gt;ok 2 and one half&lt;br /&gt;abit of bud light&lt;br /&gt;then youve really got a nite&lt;br /&gt;the only problem is when we play those cool games&lt;br /&gt;yeah some people do say that they are all lame&lt;br /&gt;but who cares what they think&lt;br /&gt;the only problem isthat for somereason beer makes me wis&lt;br /&gt;and then at some point i join into these games&lt;br /&gt;and forget fot a moment what mey limit really is&lt;br /&gt;ok so what that im drunk ]&lt;br /&gt;Its oh so much&lt;br /&gt;just sit here and smile&lt;br /&gt;so anyway what was i saying&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah 2 beer qqueer&lt;br /&gt;at least im not driving&lt;br /&gt;so kiss my derriere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771314760920815?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771314760920815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771314760920815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every card you send to your mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hold dear because you wouldn’t want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flush the chance down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;full house she kept together, and how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;straight and tidy she tried to be.&lt;br /&gt;I just found the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;two pair of roller skates in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Mom called us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;three of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;having fun all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and always hanging out,&lt;br /&gt;playing holdem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114771299494282906?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114771299494282906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114771299494282906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771299494282906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114771299494282906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/cards.html' title='Cards'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114340271469992374</id><published>2006-03-26T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:19:20.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-E-A-M recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To create a team, first you need to decide exactly what kind of team you want. Today we're going to make a softball team. First you need to get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1/2 cup of catcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1/4 cup of pitcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 tsp first baseman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2 tsp second baseman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 tbl third baseman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dash of left feild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2/3 tbl of short stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pinch of center field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a bit of right field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2 great coaches (optional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Put all of these ingredients into a good size bowl, and beat, dont be too harsh you need to add a little love, but remember this is for their own good.  OK beat them them untill thay are the texture that you prefer. Some may take longer to blend than others, but they'll come around just give them time. once its all mixed just right, put them in the oven. Bake for about two hours or untill lightly browned. There you have your team, you may add any toppings to make it the best it can be. Now you can finally enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114340271469992374?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114340271469992374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114340271469992374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114340271469992374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114340271469992374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/t-e-m-recipe.html' title='T-E-A-M recipe'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114340163989536465</id><published>2006-03-26T11:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:40:54.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A List Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;staying&lt;br /&gt;being&lt;br /&gt;seeing&lt;br /&gt;play&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;other&lt;br /&gt;already&lt;br /&gt;wife&lt;br /&gt;perfecionism&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying being seeing&lt;br /&gt;play no other&lt;br /&gt;already wife&lt;br /&gt;perfectionism life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Staying and being true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;better or shes thru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;play with no other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my daughters mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;already my wife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;her perfectionism,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;brings me life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114340163989536465?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114340163989536465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114340163989536465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114340163989536465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114340163989536465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/list-full_114340163989536465.html' title='A List Full'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114340106317749455</id><published>2006-03-26T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:24:23.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem,book, own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over back where they speak of life as staying&lt;br /&gt;having dreamt and played a possibility into being&lt;br /&gt;rolling over and over almost seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you couldnt call it living for it aint&lt;br /&gt;its source in a dream,risk,mystery and play&lt;br /&gt;make me want to stay,but no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out in the plowed ground in the cold digger&lt;br /&gt;but it wont always be that easy to tell one from the other&lt;br /&gt;but way too easy to tell the difference of eachother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that piano and new paint back there&lt;br /&gt;some of the meterial i have lying around already&lt;br /&gt;just sitting waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to sink under being man and wife&lt;br /&gt;even an obsessive perffectionism&lt;br /&gt;just a love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114340106317749455?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114340106317749455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114340106317749455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114340106317749455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114340106317749455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/poembook-own_26.html' title='poem,book, own'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114167330697698635</id><published>2006-03-06T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:31:14.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What hurts the most, is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watchin you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing, what could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seein that lovin you&lt;br /&gt;Is what i was tryin to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114167330697698635?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114167330697698635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114167330697698635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114167330697698635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114167330697698635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-hurts-most.html' title='What hurts the most'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114166131646345696</id><published>2006-03-06T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:30:42.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we're running down the final strech&lt;br /&gt;wishing, hoping, praying that somthing big happends&lt;br /&gt;we can still do this&lt;br /&gt;we can still pull this off&lt;br /&gt;please hurry, get it back&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;intentional!!! Obviously!!!&lt;br /&gt;please dont give up on us&lt;br /&gt;let us try at least!!!&lt;br /&gt;call it&lt;br /&gt;No! were not done!!&lt;br /&gt;its not over!!!&lt;br /&gt;if only we could go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114166131646345696?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114166131646345696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114166131646345696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114166131646345696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114166131646345696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-minute.html' title='Last Minute'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-114049202085957876</id><published>2006-02-20T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:20:20.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>playa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;… and what I said was true. I did go home last night. He looks both ways before he turns the corner. I Know!! I went home then left again, but I did go home. I wasn’t lying. A smirk crosses his face as if he enjoys messing with her head. WOW!! You need help. It was a one night stand what part of that don’t you understand? I only said that 'cause you wanted me to. Oh my goodness. “Are you tired ‘cause you’ve been running through my mind all day?” he says shaking his head. That’s the lamest pick up line I’ve ever used. His hands now leave the wheel and his voice gets louder. It practically screams hey this is a totally physical thing! Now getting himself under control he starts to think… Wait a second how’d you get my number anyway? Eyebrows raised as he listens. What? You have my wallet? No you don’t, its right….reaching into his back pocket finding nothing. How could you have it? He asks searching his car frantically. I had it after I left your house. When I went out after, I know I did. Did you follow me or something? He asks while trying to remember the night before. You were at my house? What’s going on?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-114049202085957876?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114049202085957876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=114049202085957876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114049202085957876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/114049202085957876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/playa.html' title='playa'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-113980438026506760</id><published>2006-02-12T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:25:45.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Edited Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Henry sat in the bar and was odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today is a nasty day, he thought to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A lion ate my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that jungle king with an appetite for human flesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I tried to pry his attention with some healthy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As i reached for the many kinds of fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that sat in the painted bowl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but my hand just kept going, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;into a hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in the depths of the earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tastefully tactfull &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Feircfully determined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to die for my country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was a chance to be a hero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A hero like superman except he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a spandex wearing sissy whose only weakness is a green rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He just walks around hoping the guy in the blue spandex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;would show interest in him. Because of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the fire destroyed the barn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's okay though because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no one was harmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;However there was a person under the sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that were on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The rumpled sheets told his story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Some how he had died, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the cause was unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Either the lack of a hero or the bite of a lion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-113980438026506760?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113980438026506760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=113980438026506760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/113980438026506760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/113980438026506760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/edited-class.html' title='The Edited Class'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-113925543536053443</id><published>2006-02-06T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T11:50:35.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Henry sat in the bar and was odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today is a nasty day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A lion ate my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A jungle king with an appetite for human flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;also many kinds of fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that sit in the painted bowl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sometimes they go into a hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;into the depths of the earth  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tastefully tactfull is terribly temperate  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feircfully determined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to die for my country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is a chance to be a hero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like superman  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that spandex wearing sissy whose only weakness is a green rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was hoping the guy in the blue spandex would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;show interest in him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the red firetruck is shiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the fire destroyed the barn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but no one was harmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;however the person was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;under the sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that were on the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the rumpled sheets told her story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she got laid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and during an orgasm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;died of a heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-113925543536053443?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113925543536053443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=113925543536053443' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/113925543536053443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/113925543536053443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/by-class.html' title='By the Class'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21761753.post-113872652497766997</id><published>2006-01-31T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T08:55:24.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As my friends and I were watching TV one night we saw a commercial for the movie Guys Gone Wild.  The room was full of girls so needless to say we got pretty excited,  you know what I mean, jumping around screaming as if we’d just hit the jackpot or something.  So as we’re all scurrying around searching for the $24.99 it would take to order the movie another commercial came on for Girls Gone Wild.  The room calmed down pretty quickly, but only for a second because then we realized that the Girls Gone Wild movies were only $9.99!!!  That’s less than half the price of the Guys Gone Wild video.  Every one of us felt so cheated!!! Why is one so much cheaper than the other? Is it really that much easier to get girls to take their clothes off for a camera than it is to get guys to?  It seems strange to me because a lot of the guys I know wouldn’t think twice about stripping down where as many of the girls would be more reluctant.  Please if you have any input on this I would love to hear it.  Why do you think it is so much cheaper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21761753-113872652497766997?l=clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113872652497766997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21761753&amp;postID=113872652497766997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/113872652497766997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21761753/posts/default/113872652497766997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemurphysblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-my-friends-and-i-were-watching-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11470868929491804765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
