<?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-6237103</id><updated>2011-12-15T18:15:44.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>justice/music</title><subtitle type='html'>opposites/poetry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieinthesky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387584621000591291</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237103.post-107211365012644152</id><published>2003-12-22T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T09:21:05.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was out late drinking when my mind started thinking and it conjured up an image of you with your long brown hair &amp; tight red dress, smiling like you used to do. It would make me feel better if you sent me a letter, I wouldn't care if the postage was due. Beacause without you baby ,you know I'd go crazy at the thought of losing you. No man is an island at least they say thats true.The tide rolls out &amp; the tide rolls in, I waited on my baby &amp; I know its a sin, I want to touch her hair and carress her skin .Because when I get done I want to do it again.Wont you tell me that you love me? Wont you tell me that you need me?Wont you tell me that you want me? Because I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237103-107211365012644152?l=pieinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237103/posts/default/107211365012644152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237103/posts/default/107211365012644152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieinthesky.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211365012644152' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387584621000591291</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237103.post-107211298338039655</id><published>2003-12-22T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T09:09:58.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was out late drinking, when my mind started thinking.It conjured up an image of you, with your tight red dress and your long brown hair, smiling like you used to do. It would make me feel better if you sent me a letter I wouldn'nt care if the postage was due.Because without you baby you know I go crazy at the thought of losing you.No man is an island at least they say thats true. The tide roulls out &amp; the tide rolls in, I waited on my baby &amp; I know its a sin. I want to touch her hair &amp; touch her skin,when I get done I want to do it again. Wont you tell me that you love me and that you want me to. wont you tell me that you need me because baby I need you. This is a song. Tell me that you love me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237103-107211298338039655?l=pieinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237103/posts/default/107211298338039655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237103/posts/default/107211298338039655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieinthesky.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211298338039655' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387584621000591291</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237103.post-107211190816345345</id><published>2003-12-22T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T08:52:03.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>truth is beauty beauty is truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6237103-107211190816345345?l=pieinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237103/posts/default/107211190816345345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237103/posts/default/107211190816345345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieinthesky.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211190816345345' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387584621000591291</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></entry></feed>
