<?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-4700603296439154306</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:26:46.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>- A Musical</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-9183028179762124857</id><published>2008-02-28T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:01:54.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Have Me and I've You</title><content type='html'>Tell me what you want of my heart&lt;br /&gt;As the times come and depart&lt;br /&gt;Feelings always so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is ours to give and take&lt;br /&gt;Letting ours dreams come and wake&lt;br /&gt;Feelings always so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach to the top of the top&lt;br /&gt;Coming down from the far going up&lt;br /&gt;With its irresistible feelings true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you can feel inside&lt;br /&gt;When you through your thoughts glide&lt;br /&gt;Finding the time to renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that's reachable for all&lt;br /&gt;Winter spring summer and fall&lt;br /&gt;When you have me and I've you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you can feel inside&lt;br /&gt;When you through your thoughts glide&lt;br /&gt;Finding the time to renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that's reachable for all&lt;br /&gt;Winter spring summer and fall&lt;br /&gt;When you have me and I've you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have me and I've you&lt;br /&gt;When you have me and I've you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-9183028179762124857?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9183028179762124857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=9183028179762124857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/9183028179762124857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/9183028179762124857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-you-have-me-and-ive-you.html' title='When You Have Me and I&apos;ve You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-3042628818698582087</id><published>2008-02-28T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:00:26.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust Me</title><content type='html'>What is there to know&lt;br /&gt;In the feelings I live&lt;br /&gt;Moments that away go&lt;br /&gt;Each fulfillment to give&lt;br /&gt;Trust my heart and senses&lt;br /&gt;Everything has its turning&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of chances&lt;br /&gt;We are them each learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring my day around once more&lt;br /&gt;Feel my heart inside of this&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's in the world too sure&lt;br /&gt;Its just all what it is&lt;br /&gt;Either way of peace or war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me with eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;Everything realities lack&lt;br /&gt;What it is its only we&lt;br /&gt;Going forth and going back&lt;br /&gt;Enough to get times lost&lt;br /&gt;Through erasing time's space&lt;br /&gt;So much in indifference cost&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in surround hours says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring my day around once more&lt;br /&gt;Feel my heart inside of this&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's in the world too sure&lt;br /&gt;Its just all what it is&lt;br /&gt;Either way of peace or war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you feel me&lt;br /&gt;While the time is still here&lt;br /&gt;Feelings forgotten are free&lt;br /&gt;Reaching still to its nowhere&lt;br /&gt;You have made my heart now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly through hope&lt;br /&gt;Every mood has paint somehow&lt;br /&gt;En visionary in their scope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-3042628818698582087?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3042628818698582087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=3042628818698582087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/3042628818698582087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/3042628818698582087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/trust-me.html' title='Trust Me'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-8262438709553194006</id><published>2008-02-28T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:58:23.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am So Close to You</title><content type='html'>Today I am so close to you&lt;br /&gt;With everything you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Feeling dreams coming true&lt;br /&gt;Everything set out for free&lt;br /&gt;There is no time to remember&lt;br /&gt;Only days ahead for both of us&lt;br /&gt;No autumn songs from September&lt;br /&gt;Where we fell ways of loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is coming believe it too&lt;br /&gt;Something with sights clear&lt;br /&gt;Love to be made and to renew&lt;br /&gt;Everything from inside here&lt;br /&gt;Love songs to satisfy two&lt;br /&gt;No little dispute to despise&lt;br /&gt;Only feelings in for you&lt;br /&gt;In silences of winter skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow maybe different though&lt;br /&gt;With their beats in many ways&lt;br /&gt;All is so much on going through&lt;br /&gt;how each fortune to it plays&lt;br /&gt;There may never come a real try&lt;br /&gt;To find distances in our calls&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its only another goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Dividing us to different appalls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-8262438709553194006?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8262438709553194006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=8262438709553194006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/8262438709553194006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/8262438709553194006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-am-so-close-to-you.html' title='Today I am So Close to You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-1092855602029890963</id><published>2008-02-28T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:56:51.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is My Life</title><content type='html'>This is my life&lt;br /&gt;The street corners away&lt;br /&gt;Anything to strife&lt;br /&gt;In its day to day play&lt;br /&gt;Something to give and go&lt;br /&gt;What was left behind&lt;br /&gt;What each one should know&lt;br /&gt;What they can not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like evening glowing&lt;br /&gt;In its somber song&lt;br /&gt;When air is silently flowing&lt;br /&gt;To where dreams belong&lt;br /&gt;The yesterdays have left&lt;br /&gt;Into the dark faraway&lt;br /&gt;With their swaying bereft&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our life&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures still going on&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts on a hanging rife&lt;br /&gt;The evening of anon&lt;br /&gt;That never will stand still&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do&lt;br /&gt;The hours we rob and spill&lt;br /&gt;When everything's up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life&lt;br /&gt;The street corners away&lt;br /&gt;Anything to strife&lt;br /&gt;In its day to day play&lt;br /&gt;Summer with mornings new&lt;br /&gt;Left alone still to give&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes and is true&lt;br /&gt;The ways we're suppose to live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-1092855602029890963?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1092855602029890963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=1092855602029890963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/1092855602029890963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/1092855602029890963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-my-life.html' title='This is My Life'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-2976286130287406930</id><published>2008-02-28T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:55:54.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Time for Everyone</title><content type='html'>There's a time for everyone&lt;br /&gt;Going through or staying&lt;br /&gt;Feeling too never gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what they're all saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will someday someone meet&lt;br /&gt;Giving the right occasion&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on a someone's street&lt;br /&gt;With their reach and apprehension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like this in every try&lt;br /&gt;Something to give and confess&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes one needs to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To give the feeling more caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be friends everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach there out&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love and some to care&lt;br /&gt;That what's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like this in every try&lt;br /&gt;Something to give and confess&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes one needs to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To give the feeling more caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be lost when you are found&lt;br /&gt;In every love's happiness&lt;br /&gt;What goes about comes around&lt;br /&gt;Always so new in every its bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-2976286130287406930?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2976286130287406930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=2976286130287406930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/2976286130287406930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/2976286130287406930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-time-for-everyone.html' title='There&apos;s a Time for Everyone'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-7742134161283364553</id><published>2008-02-28T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:54:13.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Much to Be Done</title><content type='html'>There is much to be done&lt;br /&gt;In the days and dreams ahead&lt;br /&gt;Going full to carry on&lt;br /&gt;What it means that you have read&lt;br /&gt;Heart be still and come easy&lt;br /&gt;In the pauses between breath&lt;br /&gt;Moments outwears forward breezy&lt;br /&gt;When every thought is given worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a time to return loving&lt;br /&gt;Everything will wear off soon&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to the future´s owing&lt;br /&gt;In the night and in blue moon&lt;br /&gt;Yesteryears are laid at rest&lt;br /&gt;Running through the end of ways&lt;br /&gt;Futures grow and are blessed&lt;br /&gt;With the coming of new days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much to be made&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is too out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Time edges two folded blade&lt;br /&gt;This and that in every such&lt;br /&gt;Heart be still and make weight&lt;br /&gt;To the opportunities to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Lines are circling and straight&lt;br /&gt;Over every coming high hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-7742134161283364553?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7742134161283364553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=7742134161283364553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/7742134161283364553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/7742134161283364553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-is-much-to-be-done.html' title='There is Much to Be Done'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-5876849298591022799</id><published>2008-02-28T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:52:16.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Not in a Hurry</title><content type='html'>Something that will shine&lt;br /&gt;From the rising through&lt;br /&gt;And drawing freshness line&lt;br /&gt;In to the very new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Needing not to worry&lt;br /&gt;For things that turn to come&lt;br /&gt;The world is not in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;Where silences are from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quavering blossoms young&lt;br /&gt;In to the fields of seed&lt;br /&gt;Where lives futures belong&lt;br /&gt;For every root to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things come from needing&lt;br /&gt;Twisting their aches calling&lt;br /&gt;What their steps are reading&lt;br /&gt;How consequences are falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that will be here&lt;br /&gt;When its true day comes&lt;br /&gt;Giving of and to share&lt;br /&gt;Readings of lines numbs&lt;br /&gt;Steps coming toward the new&lt;br /&gt;When its reaches to me&lt;br /&gt;Something to give to you&lt;br /&gt;When I can set it again free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Needing not to worry&lt;br /&gt;For things that turn to come&lt;br /&gt;The world is not in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;Where silences are from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-5876849298591022799?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5876849298591022799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=5876849298591022799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/5876849298591022799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/5876849298591022799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/world-is-not-in-hurry.html' title='The World is Not in a Hurry'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-4377656027014545859</id><published>2008-02-28T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:48:35.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Questions Moving On</title><content type='html'>The questions moving on&lt;br /&gt;Everything like a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts thoroughly gone&lt;br /&gt;In coldness left crisper&lt;br /&gt;The hours of our oppressions&lt;br /&gt;Something to learn and be&lt;br /&gt;Moods of lonely depressions&lt;br /&gt;Each one never to come free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes of our questions&lt;br /&gt;Left to be written through&lt;br /&gt;Like revenge and vexations&lt;br /&gt;With what comes into the blue&lt;br /&gt;Trials and errors light&lt;br /&gt;Earth we offer ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Each up holding in its flight&lt;br /&gt;Tones of the coming twelves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night of a freedom too &lt;br /&gt;The fuel of faith inside&lt;br /&gt;Love songs always to renew&lt;br /&gt;When we to feelings hide&lt;br /&gt;The trust in all of our clues&lt;br /&gt;You can't never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Their cuts and each bruise&lt;br /&gt;When times get on rough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-4377656027014545859?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4377656027014545859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=4377656027014545859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/4377656027014545859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/4377656027014545859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/questions-moving-on.html' title='The Questions Moving On'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-4252279840860178469</id><published>2008-02-28T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:47:27.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Flame</title><content type='html'>Let me come and be close&lt;br /&gt;Like a daylight coming free&lt;br /&gt;Everything is as it goes&lt;br /&gt;Here with both you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my though hours of night&lt;br /&gt;When shadows flicker around&lt;br /&gt;Let me be inside your light&lt;br /&gt;Where your smile is found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;When I'm close and up with you&lt;br /&gt;With everything to understand&lt;br /&gt;When our worries go hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;And the day is returning to new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun will shine on both of us&lt;br /&gt;With so many aspects same&lt;br /&gt;Every opportunity across&lt;br /&gt;Will be burning in that flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising day from darkish night&lt;br /&gt;Clear as everything we know&lt;br /&gt;When it comes in at first sight&lt;br /&gt;With its morning freshness glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we feel that same inside&lt;br /&gt;As the hour so clearly young&lt;br /&gt;When night themes away hide&lt;br /&gt;And we know where we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;When I'm close and up with you&lt;br /&gt;With everything to understand&lt;br /&gt;When our worries go hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;And the day is returning to new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun will shine on both of us&lt;br /&gt;With so many aspects same&lt;br /&gt;Every opportunity across&lt;br /&gt;Will be burning in that flame&lt;br /&gt;Will be burning in that flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That flame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-4252279840860178469?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4252279840860178469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=4252279840860178469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/4252279840860178469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/4252279840860178469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-flame.html' title='That Flame'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-6447035633180648004</id><published>2008-02-28T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:45:50.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Them Low and High</title><content type='html'>Swing them low and high&lt;br /&gt;Every midnight to morning hour&lt;br /&gt;In the lonesome glowing sky&lt;br /&gt;And winter's frosty flower&lt;br /&gt;The day are on the hook&lt;br /&gt;Some old fashioned way&lt;br /&gt;Come and get a new look&lt;br /&gt;Before the spring will play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this worn out song&lt;br /&gt;And bring it in top the new&lt;br /&gt;Where freshness comes along&lt;br /&gt;Inside both me and you&lt;br /&gt;Where seeds are now stillborn&lt;br /&gt;With the dark that's going by&lt;br /&gt;Each day goes on more torn&lt;br /&gt;Where the dim frost roads lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing them low and high&lt;br /&gt;Everyday that went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask any questions why&lt;br /&gt;They didn't meet to get along&lt;br /&gt;There's no time to reach truth&lt;br /&gt;For spring comes soon in&lt;br /&gt;With returning tide's youth&lt;br /&gt;With the songs in May tin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-6447035633180648004?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6447035633180648004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=6447035633180648004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/6447035633180648004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/6447035633180648004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/swing-them-low-and-high.html' title='Swing Them Low and High'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-4684712710760807415</id><published>2008-02-28T12:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:44:34.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories Start and Stories Go</title><content type='html'>Each day of my life a major lift&lt;br /&gt;Feelings made sure to come&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds that somewhere drift&lt;br /&gt;And everything airy is from&lt;br /&gt;Music of day and dreams gone by&lt;br /&gt;Feelings somewhere inside lost&lt;br /&gt;Moods of the clear glowing up sky&lt;br /&gt;Something of deeper dark tossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories start and stories go&lt;br /&gt;Everything on like a new dawn's glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is as strong as you made it be&lt;br /&gt;Filling the moments alone&lt;br /&gt;Everything come that you need to see&lt;br /&gt;Each in the stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays were like I knew before&lt;br /&gt;Longings of  everything inside&lt;br /&gt;You can not be of nothing absolute sure&lt;br /&gt;For life is a road to ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories start and stories go&lt;br /&gt;Everything on like a new dawn's glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart and its beat&lt;br /&gt;Telling you from all its tries&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes throbbing in lonely street&lt;br /&gt;Flying in its low and highs&lt;br /&gt;Rivers I knew were wasted away&lt;br /&gt;Going through the streaming arch&lt;br /&gt;Yesteryears comes giving someday&lt;br /&gt;Through every fresh coming march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories start and stories go&lt;br /&gt;Everything on like a new dawn's glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wish just much as you&lt;br /&gt;Never to let go or dry up&lt;br /&gt;There's feeling out drew to new&lt;br /&gt;Filling my empty old coffee cup&lt;br /&gt;Rise to a moment give it a shoot&lt;br /&gt;To the hours of starless night&lt;br /&gt;There'll be moonlight with its thought&lt;br /&gt;Setting the day once again right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories start and stories go&lt;br /&gt;Everything on like a new dawn's glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-4684712710760807415?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4684712710760807415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=4684712710760807415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/4684712710760807415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/4684712710760807415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/stories-start-and-stories-go.html' title='Stories Start and Stories Go'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-3167145673584734443</id><published>2008-02-28T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:43:18.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring to The New</title><content type='html'>Let it be let it be&lt;br /&gt;Spring to the new&lt;br /&gt;Summer you'll see&lt;br /&gt;And everything too&lt;br /&gt;Of a world that's free&lt;br /&gt;With a new hope to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies are in clear&lt;br /&gt;With clouds lightly casting&lt;br /&gt;The blue seem so near&lt;br /&gt;In its ever lasting&lt;br /&gt;The dreams not to far away&lt;br /&gt;In the golden new dawn&lt;br /&gt;When there comes a new day&lt;br /&gt;From under winter's gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinctures full of rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Lovely summer sight&lt;br /&gt;The roads to and fro&lt;br /&gt;Into the fresh light&lt;br /&gt;Feelings like its glow&lt;br /&gt;Now they seem so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the breezy play&lt;br /&gt;Of the open air&lt;br /&gt;Take away each nay&lt;br /&gt;Coming through to here&lt;br /&gt;Give your love new wings&lt;br /&gt;Bring them up for more&lt;br /&gt;Moments of spring sings&lt;br /&gt;With what it has in store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much saying&lt;br /&gt;In the day we both knew&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes words were playing&lt;br /&gt;Not clearly getting through&lt;br /&gt;Let it be let it be&lt;br /&gt;Spring to the new&lt;br /&gt;Summer you'll see&lt;br /&gt;And everything too&lt;br /&gt;Of a world that's free&lt;br /&gt;With a new hope to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-3167145673584734443?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3167145673584734443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=3167145673584734443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/3167145673584734443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/3167145673584734443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/spring-to-new.html' title='Spring to The New'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-2736744938554926340</id><published>2008-02-28T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:37:03.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Awakening</title><content type='html'>Spring Awakening&lt;br /&gt;Is in once more&lt;br /&gt;My heart away taking&lt;br /&gt;What it has in store&lt;br /&gt;Love tunes in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Filling with its exposure&lt;br /&gt;Lost it was a riddle&lt;br /&gt;To its feelings closure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have you you have me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else there matters&lt;br /&gt;Summer set coming free&lt;br /&gt;In its many clatters&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming there going on&lt;br /&gt;With its open spaces&lt;br /&gt;Live and live till its gone&lt;br /&gt;Full in it many graces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Awakening&lt;br /&gt;All my love to give or take&lt;br /&gt;Setting up and staking&lt;br /&gt;In every blossoms wake&lt;br /&gt;You and I always so&lt;br /&gt;Trying on to fine the day&lt;br /&gt;As they come and go&lt;br /&gt;Making you feel &lt;br /&gt;In a different way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making you feel &lt;br /&gt;In their different way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-2736744938554926340?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2736744938554926340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=2736744938554926340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/2736744938554926340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/2736744938554926340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/spring-awakening.html' title='Spring Awakening'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-1753770801177990565</id><published>2008-02-28T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:35:55.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ours Never For Long</title><content type='html'>Now the day is gone everywhere&lt;br /&gt;In darkness winter calls&lt;br /&gt;Some somber thoughts to steer&lt;br /&gt;Like the shadows on the walls&lt;br /&gt;There's no shelter in day&lt;br /&gt;Only the dim deep to swarm&lt;br /&gt;A flickering emptiness tray&lt;br /&gt;Inside your heart to warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking spaces of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to come but the blue&lt;br /&gt;Opening up less and less&lt;br /&gt;To every thought from you&lt;br /&gt;Shaking the ways of instinct&lt;br /&gt;Staying so far in the inside&lt;br /&gt;Understanding with no intellect&lt;br /&gt;Where each abyss abide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living and still longing for love&lt;br /&gt;That far is from everything now&lt;br /&gt;Just like the horizon thereof&lt;br /&gt;That into afternoons disavow&lt;br /&gt;Haunting's of cold so deep&lt;br /&gt;Howling though wind I hear&lt;br /&gt;Ours never for long to keep&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping with their voices blear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-1753770801177990565?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1753770801177990565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=1753770801177990565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/1753770801177990565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/1753770801177990565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/ours-never-for-long.html' title='Ours Never For Long'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-1818239888456636827</id><published>2008-02-28T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:33:18.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again I Love You</title><content type='html'>Is it you&lt;br /&gt;That is calling&lt;br /&gt;Coming through&lt;br /&gt;To each echo falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I love you&lt;br /&gt;Feel so close now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is up to you&lt;br /&gt;To mange somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the songs of silence&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;There is something in the trance&lt;br /&gt;Making love in its moment's start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it you&lt;br /&gt;That is calling&lt;br /&gt;Coming through&lt;br /&gt;To each echo falling&lt;br /&gt;Bringing on truth&lt;br /&gt;Into every turn&lt;br /&gt;Love is always eternal youth&lt;br /&gt;Moving wheels forward yearn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I love you&lt;br /&gt;Feel so close near&lt;br /&gt;Everything is up to you&lt;br /&gt;Come and bring it here&lt;br /&gt;Love songs that don't die&lt;br /&gt;Inside the throbbing on&lt;br /&gt;Fill spaces in tones high&lt;br /&gt;Till the mood's almost gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the songs of silence&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;There is something in the trance&lt;br /&gt;Making love in its moment's start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-1818239888456636827?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1818239888456636827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=1818239888456636827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/1818239888456636827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/1818239888456636827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-again-i-love-you.html' title='Once Again I Love You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-218766220753644735</id><published>2008-02-28T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:31:38.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've dreamed of Saying Something</title><content type='html'>I've dreamed of saying something&lt;br /&gt;With the light that's coming&lt;br /&gt;To give of me and to song&lt;br /&gt;Like wind in the ways is strumming&lt;br /&gt;In everything I can give&lt;br /&gt;And bring forward to be my own&lt;br /&gt;Circling motions to live&lt;br /&gt;Just like the wind that has blown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burned in replacements sky&lt;br /&gt;Filling up my empty head&lt;br /&gt;And asking no reasons why&lt;br /&gt;So much of something is dead&lt;br /&gt;Blown through and getting high&lt;br /&gt;With what its all about&lt;br /&gt;With every new seasons try&lt;br /&gt;That has been left in its doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt what was a lie&lt;br /&gt;Moments I didn't know much&lt;br /&gt;Just like the hours gone by&lt;br /&gt;Reaching its sometimes out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the spring beginning&lt;br /&gt;Like yellow haze of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Each every green step winning&lt;br /&gt;Filling the old with its run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-218766220753644735?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/218766220753644735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=218766220753644735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/218766220753644735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/218766220753644735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-dreamed-of-saying-something.html' title='I&apos;ve dreamed of Saying Something'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-3515510837489621652</id><published>2008-02-28T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:29:46.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independently</title><content type='html'>Reach to each new mystery&lt;br /&gt;Times are like an open book&lt;br /&gt;Stories in every history&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere around to look&lt;br /&gt;Exceptionally inside find&lt;br /&gt;Days are coming from old age&lt;br /&gt;This and that be left behind&lt;br /&gt;As they each carry their weight&lt;br /&gt;What it is that makes a say&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the points and bending&lt;br /&gt;Fill your mind with today&lt;br /&gt;And what has been amending&lt;br /&gt;Carry over each thought and mind&lt;br /&gt;Knot the way all differently&lt;br /&gt;So much to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;When you walk the way independently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk the way &lt;br /&gt;Independently&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-3515510837489621652?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3515510837489621652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=3515510837489621652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/3515510837489621652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/3515510837489621652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/independently.html' title='Independently'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-2606804449711127041</id><published>2008-02-28T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:19:37.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Just Reaching Nothing</title><content type='html'>I am just reaching nothing&lt;br /&gt;With my inside own&lt;br /&gt;Every step is bluffing&lt;br /&gt;Worthy not to shown&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams are glowing&lt;br /&gt;In between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Still outside its snowing&lt;br /&gt;Hours between sunshine's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching winking eye&lt;br /&gt;My daydreams that are living&lt;br /&gt;In morning grayness sky&lt;br /&gt;They are each giving&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but still the blues&lt;br /&gt;Down to past regrets&lt;br /&gt;My memories past dues&lt;br /&gt;With hand me down brew collects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments that come and go&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of weep and fret&lt;br /&gt;Loves that need to know&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is in here yet&lt;br /&gt;Only the cold and the dry&lt;br /&gt;Mondays all the way through&lt;br /&gt;Like the dim cloudlets fly&lt;br /&gt;So are our courses too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-2606804449711127041?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2606804449711127041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=2606804449711127041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/2606804449711127041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/2606804449711127041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-just-reaching-nothing.html' title='I am Just Reaching Nothing'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-6856645046153975748</id><published>2008-02-28T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:14:55.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Your Heart a Try</title><content type='html'>Give your heart a try&lt;br /&gt;With the sunshine of a new day&lt;br /&gt;There are clearance in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Following the new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's either wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;From the first of each play&lt;br /&gt;And when you have seen the light&lt;br /&gt;You know it's going to be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to take you further to stage&lt;br /&gt;Where you will reach the go&lt;br /&gt;Love is is the burden you weigh&lt;br /&gt;In following your rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Something in there must always glow&lt;br /&gt;In what you do and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars have fallen through the years&lt;br /&gt;Some have reached their sight&lt;br /&gt;Others only scattered their tears&lt;br /&gt;Through rainy day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to take you further to stage&lt;br /&gt;Where you will reach the go&lt;br /&gt;Turn on each their walking page&lt;br /&gt;As the enter in life's show&lt;br /&gt;Love is its passion or its rage&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the streams must flow&lt;br /&gt;Fallen stars and the rain clouds&lt;br /&gt;The verves of so many doubts&lt;br /&gt;Everything to learn and know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your heart a try&lt;br /&gt;With the sunshine of the coming day&lt;br /&gt;There are clearance in the high&lt;br /&gt;Following them don't let them die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-6856645046153975748?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6856645046153975748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=6856645046153975748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/6856645046153975748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/6856645046153975748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/give-your-heart-try.html' title='Give Your Heart a Try'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-5173779234934437770</id><published>2008-02-28T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:10:46.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings are Always</title><content type='html'>Feelings are always giving&lt;br /&gt;Something to break and do&lt;br /&gt;Striving blooms at living&lt;br /&gt;It's all so much up to you&lt;br /&gt;A daylight that's forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Into its past if its own&lt;br /&gt;Like leaves of yellow rotten&lt;br /&gt;Under the snowy white gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things like the stars&lt;br /&gt;Filling up empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;Fixing the traces blue scars&lt;br /&gt;Into their many ways's&lt;br /&gt;Coming out to be and belong&lt;br /&gt;Something you will remember&lt;br /&gt;A verse of a forgotten song&lt;br /&gt;Still so full and amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are always close&lt;br /&gt;Like the heart in its beat&lt;br /&gt;Fulfillments that goes&lt;br /&gt;To the lonesome back street&lt;br /&gt;Like stars in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Gleaming that lingers on&lt;br /&gt;While we are apart tonight&lt;br /&gt;After the daylight's gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-5173779234934437770?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5173779234934437770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=5173779234934437770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/5173779234934437770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/5173779234934437770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/feelings-are-always.html' title='Feelings are Always'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-2166238937071767637</id><published>2008-02-28T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:07:28.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day is Feeling Its Way</title><content type='html'>Every day is feeling its way&lt;br /&gt;Coming closer in to its feel&lt;br /&gt;Like a light of the coming day&lt;br /&gt;That seems all easy and real&lt;br /&gt;There is much there in knowing&lt;br /&gt;Touches that drift its concealing&lt;br /&gt;Going forward in motions flowing&lt;br /&gt;Through endless times wheeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I in away walking&lt;br /&gt;Nothing endless in sensation&lt;br /&gt;With its imaginations talking&lt;br /&gt;And infatuation temptation&lt;br /&gt;It must be love I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;With its revealing moon showing&lt;br /&gt;Endless ways to days stealing&lt;br /&gt;Easy coming and easy going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day comes there to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Where the day is in new reach&lt;br /&gt;What you thought is on bluffing&lt;br /&gt;Shall gain and new things teach&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I will find it out&lt;br /&gt;What it is that I must know&lt;br /&gt;The interim coming here about&lt;br /&gt;Through the melting going snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-2166238937071767637?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2166238937071767637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=2166238937071767637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/2166238937071767637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/2166238937071767637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/every-day-is-feeling-its-way.html' title='Every day is Feeling Its Way'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-5258246639548396574</id><published>2008-02-28T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:06:04.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Has Its Reaching</title><content type='html'>Every day has its reaching&lt;br /&gt;Into thoughts that were lost&lt;br /&gt;Finding ways again reaching&lt;br /&gt;Like dice that were tossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me time for every gone hour&lt;br /&gt;That shall never be coming back&lt;br /&gt;Like last summer's flower&lt;br /&gt;That lie now in deep earth black&lt;br /&gt;Feeling only the rain shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me something I wasn't afraid of&lt;br /&gt;And newer tried to know before&lt;br /&gt;Like the blue stretching sky above&lt;br /&gt;That has something for ever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I could make things&lt;br /&gt;Happen like they were in the past&lt;br /&gt;Every attachments be like strings&lt;br /&gt;With our thoughts that could last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day has its reaching&lt;br /&gt;Into thoughts that were lost&lt;br /&gt;Finding ways again reaching&lt;br /&gt;Like dice that were tossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me time for every gone hour&lt;br /&gt;That shall never be coming back&lt;br /&gt;Like last summer's flower&lt;br /&gt;That lie now in deep earth black&lt;br /&gt;Feeling only the rain shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me something I wasn't afraid of&lt;br /&gt;And newer tried to know before&lt;br /&gt;Like the blue stretching sky above&lt;br /&gt;That has something for ever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I could make things&lt;br /&gt;Happen like they were in the past&lt;br /&gt;Every attachments be like strings&lt;br /&gt;With our thoughts that could last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-5258246639548396574?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5258246639548396574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=5258246639548396574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/5258246639548396574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/5258246639548396574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/every-day-has-its-reaching.html' title='Every Day Has Its Reaching'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-5408423488013600682</id><published>2008-02-28T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:04:08.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and Night to Spring</title><content type='html'>Day and night of winter gone&lt;br /&gt;Roads are coming again through&lt;br /&gt;Feelings from the darkness done&lt;br /&gt;Everything just feels quite new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world filled with frozen ways&lt;br /&gt;With streets of embedded cold&lt;br /&gt;Into the frozen sheets of haze&lt;br /&gt;Where they have no further hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Love song to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Places where I haven't been&lt;br /&gt;Getting up from dim rampart&lt;br /&gt;Nothing yet to the eyes seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world of dreams is getting set&lt;br /&gt;Finding beds of new regimes&lt;br /&gt;And feelings that I can't regret&lt;br /&gt;Into the water away now streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love song to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like the love that comes to you&lt;br /&gt;If you know each easy part&lt;br /&gt;Every day will seem like new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Love song to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Places where I haven't been&lt;br /&gt;Getting up from dim rampart&lt;br /&gt;Nothing yet to the eyes seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places where I haven't been&lt;br /&gt;Getting up from inside leach&lt;br /&gt;Nothing yet to eyes seen&lt;br /&gt;The new day's beginning to teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away to the nothingness&lt;br /&gt;The morning is going to find&lt;br /&gt;Joys of its many new caress&lt;br /&gt;That an emptiness left behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-5408423488013600682?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5408423488013600682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=5408423488013600682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/5408423488013600682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/5408423488013600682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-and-night-to-spring.html' title='Day and Night to Spring'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-3980663100453248067</id><published>2008-02-28T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:00:11.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me To Your Heart</title><content type='html'>Bring me to your heart close&lt;br /&gt;Be its thorn or its rose&lt;br /&gt;Feeling softly as its sings&lt;br /&gt;And each happiness thereon brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my love make it true&lt;br /&gt;In the wonders being with you&lt;br /&gt;Anything that you might say&lt;br /&gt;That for love's shake forever shall stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that you give can be of shame&lt;br /&gt;There is always so much there going on&lt;br /&gt;Like time's joy burning flame&lt;br /&gt;Till the day to the evening is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word is for love in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Some are filled in the ways of rampart&lt;br /&gt;But just come and be yours true&lt;br /&gt;And the day from the night comes through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters here in the evening&lt;br /&gt;With the moods and scents they bring&lt;br /&gt;When the day goes and becomes dim&lt;br /&gt;With their casts flown to night's whimsy whim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my love make it true&lt;br /&gt;In the wonders being with you&lt;br /&gt;Anything that you might say&lt;br /&gt;That for love's shake forever shall stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the past for it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Every its bouquet's past and done&lt;br /&gt;To the rows of memories lost&lt;br /&gt;Every word that was untrue and double crossed&lt;br /&gt;Every word is for love in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Some are filled in the ways of rampart&lt;br /&gt;But just come and be yours true&lt;br /&gt;And the day from the night comes through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my love make it true&lt;br /&gt;In the wonders being with you&lt;br /&gt;Anything that you might say&lt;br /&gt;Let it come and again be okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-3980663100453248067?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3980663100453248067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=3980663100453248067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/3980663100453248067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/3980663100453248067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/bring-me-to-your-heart.html' title='Bring me To Your Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700603296439154306.post-4364321777297990865</id><published>2008-02-28T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:58:50.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away With Each My Longings</title><content type='html'>Away with each my longings&lt;br /&gt;That came right down and beside&lt;br /&gt;Like a theme of new singing's&lt;br /&gt;That inside my soul did hide&lt;br /&gt;So much of intermediate feeling&lt;br /&gt;That faces the soaring gone&lt;br /&gt;And each my new path is stealing&lt;br /&gt;Till everything has drift on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning webs spinning sublime&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams from the heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Something of some every time&lt;br /&gt;Like when day's full of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to everything in dulcet&lt;br /&gt;Trying to give of its awake&lt;br /&gt;From the hours gone in neglect&lt;br /&gt;When old fall songs were at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away and drifting on free&lt;br /&gt;To the moods of freshly earth&lt;br /&gt;When things come new to be&lt;br /&gt;In every freshness coming worth&lt;br /&gt;Those days will be different from now&lt;br /&gt;Showing their tinctures play&lt;br /&gt;Like a thought's old glow&lt;br /&gt;That I remembered in a way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700603296439154306-4364321777297990865?l=this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4364321777297990865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700603296439154306&amp;postID=4364321777297990865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/4364321777297990865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700603296439154306/posts/default/4364321777297990865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-life-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/away-with-each-my-longings.html' title='Away With Each My Longings'/><author><name>Peter S. 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