<?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-8945486407780553749</id><updated>2012-01-16T15:29:58.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula's Poetry World</title><subtitle type='html'>* I Believe  *</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11946211411050418777</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945486407780553749.post-1981426048237490440</id><published>2011-03-21T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T05:47:58.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--FozsTjcY7w/TYednvD3k6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/mmGYAsP2I50/s1600/007%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--FozsTjcY7w/TYednvD3k6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/mmGYAsP2I50/s320/007%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586607168749540258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as I awaken,&lt;br /&gt;I see the light&lt;br /&gt;the moon shines deep within my heart&lt;br /&gt;and, as i step out, on our lanai to look up in wonder,&lt;br /&gt;the prayers sing , the love shines in my child's eyes&lt;br /&gt;i am saved...&lt;br /&gt;because i believe&lt;br /&gt;in the mystery , the joy that &lt;br /&gt;only&lt;br /&gt;Jesus brings...&lt;br /&gt;forth&lt;br /&gt;a cross is alive within the moon , as it fills so does my &lt;br /&gt;Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;finding each creation on its own path ~&lt;br /&gt;Following the brightness of early morning hours, i stand and watch and wait upon the messages&lt;br /&gt;that do arise ~&lt;br /&gt;In pure silence,&lt;br /&gt;i am free-&lt;br /&gt;to love,&lt;br /&gt;to 'be'&lt;br /&gt;full of hope,&lt;br /&gt;of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting is the &lt;br /&gt;grace &lt;br /&gt;we all &lt;br /&gt;shall &lt;br /&gt;See ~&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;love, Paula&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945486407780553749-1981426048237490440?l=paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1981426048237490440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/moon-awakening-i-see-light-moon-shines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/1981426048237490440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/1981426048237490440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/moon-awakening-i-see-light-moon-shines.html' title=''/><author><name>pj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11946211411050418777</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--FozsTjcY7w/TYednvD3k6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/mmGYAsP2I50/s72-c/007%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8945486407780553749.post-5531306789918261992</id><published>2010-01-08T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:51:34.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could</title><content type='html'>&gt; if i could...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; if i could,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i'd travel to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; be&lt;br /&gt;&gt; with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; but i am, often here...with his pure ,forever, timeless presence!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in morning's sun, in creating no matter how i feel or what state&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i am&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in-&lt;br /&gt;&gt; jesus is always in our son's blue eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i'd love to feel the virgin mary's arms holding me&lt;br /&gt;&gt; so long until i'm ready to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i will not ever let go dear mother, for you are always my real &lt;br /&gt;&gt; mother and our son's as well-&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i think heaven must be like &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'being'&lt;br /&gt;&gt; with a million children;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hearing endless laughter,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; scent of almonds and lemons all around...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Forever Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Meeting up with everyone, seeing who they truly are...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; your children, dear God; all good...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Writing is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&gt; it is so very healing &lt;br /&gt;&gt; feeling&lt;br /&gt;&gt; every emotion&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in full...,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; quietly emptying as the moon and seas&lt;br /&gt;&gt; also need to do!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; thank you jesus for the simple, complex true art of poetry,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; it brings hope,light&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and most of all&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a gentle, humble, honest love within,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; for you and for all humanity...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i really see -,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and finding you,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; is my lasting happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a clear, freeing breath of heaven upon sweet Earth&lt;br /&gt;&gt; please, help me to do your will&lt;br /&gt;&gt; through this gift and help our son to be able to express&lt;br /&gt;&gt; his deepest self too-...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; because, if he can, then he will be able to &lt;br /&gt;&gt; take better hold,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and know how to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; shine&lt;br /&gt;&gt; his &lt;br /&gt;&gt; light!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; amen&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 1 10&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945486407780553749-5531306789918261992?l=paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5531306789918261992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-could.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/5531306789918261992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/5531306789918261992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-could.html' title='If I Could'/><author><name>pj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11946211411050418777</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-8945486407780553749.post-7730907774923730378</id><published>2009-06-19T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:05:23.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wouldn't Want To Go Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wouldn't want to go back to being simply a poetess again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love being a mother first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At one with sweet earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tired daily but sprouting wings and wonderful things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jamesy's eyes speak love every moment I am near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He waits for my breath to continue his journey in the Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I watch him ...some moments ...he is pure peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reminding me that all will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and that I am on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I see in his smile a joy that is deep and lasting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Creating miracles for everyone who steps into his path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clear moon beckons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Healing stars find their way into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Start over' God whispers each day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wouldn't want to go back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Yoke Is Easy And My Burden Is Light"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945486407780553749-7730907774923730378?l=paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7730907774923730378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wouldnt-want-to-go-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/7730907774923730378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/7730907774923730378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wouldnt-want-to-go-back.html' title='I Wouldn&apos;t Want To Go Back'/><author><name>pj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11946211411050418777</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-8945486407780553749.post-3277976077230980116</id><published>2009-03-11T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:00:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;When the expectations of others cross over our initial ideals we find grace bestowed upon us all as we lift a hand to paint silently in the darkness, touch others through pure gift of music or engage the dreams we see awaken in life. It is how we live, not what we have. In stillness hearts dance and flame. In purity of breath we give energy and joy. Receiving happiness is when the expectations of others meet ours. We hold hands and waltz through scent of lavender fields, winters soft hush in whiteness, in the light all comes clear, life moves into rhythm of song, soul opens up, lifts toward freedom anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945486407780553749-3277976077230980116?l=paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3277976077230980116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-expectations-of-others-cross-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/3277976077230980116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/3277976077230980116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-expectations-of-others-cross-over.html' title=''/><author><name>pj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11946211411050418777</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-8945486407780553749.post-1607911262753568744</id><published>2009-03-11T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:55:38.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; I believe animals are our grace in moments ,unforgettable  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Butterflies* as butterflies land , they touch us, blessing open spaces within as we find new beginnings... completing us with sweet nectar  and strength for our journey on Earth we fly free and know great sincerity of heart after being felt by soft wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dolphins* dolphins , the gentle creatures they are, help the Autistic to speak , Pure Virgins  conceive ,the elderly to feel young, again...Dolphins nature of forever smiles, opens up the spirit and soul to believe anything is possible, once again-Dolphins fill all with great light and hope for today, breathing simplicity of heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Dogs * desire our presence , giving their complete attention of NOW to us a gift! tis it is to be simply in moments forever a child waging tails rolling in lush fields under stars gazing upon us ....rich spirits alive in our hearts til the end dogs are God like friends of soul- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cats quiet meditative wild ways ensure us... endure us.... enrich us in spiritual light full ways as we work  on becoming unselfish in this life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;cats give us their  spirits we receive we give them the warm inside of our palms, same as jesus holds us ..we let go.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Owls owls hooting reminds us we are not alone-On dark nights, in true sound of wind and hush of wings, we are guided by owls sweet messages...calling our hearts to open- Birds Sea-birds, Chickadees, Robins , Red Cardinals, Blue Jays,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Gulls  every bird born with wings knows how to fly intuitively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;may we leap and fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;may we always give wings to our children-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945486407780553749-1607911262753568744?l=paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1607911262753568744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-believe-animals-are-our-grace-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/1607911262753568744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/1607911262753568744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-believe-animals-are-our-grace-in.html' title=''/><author><name>pj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11946211411050418777</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-8945486407780553749.post-1343827673937981266</id><published>2009-03-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:57:29.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdUC3b5I04c/SbiGGhU3j-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/2WhVHrq7-Tg/s1600-h/IMG_1484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312143207066734562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdUC3b5I04c/SbiGGhU3j-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/2WhVHrq7-Tg/s320/IMG_1484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lately sweet Jamesy has been sleeping lots in my arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;a turtle he is on his tummy ...a child of God ,resting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I see his big ,extra long butterfly lashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pure angel ...beautiful boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I see him when he is older in my heart, laughing, serious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;always our son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;always love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8945486407780553749-1343827673937981266?l=paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1343827673937981266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/lately-sweet-jamesy-has-been-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/1343827673937981266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8945486407780553749/posts/default/1343827673937981266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspoetryworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/lately-sweet-jamesy-has-been-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>pj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11946211411050418777</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdUC3b5I04c/SbiGGhU3j-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/2WhVHrq7-Tg/s72-c/IMG_1484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
