<?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-3234135039151832897</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:33:22.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Emotion</title><subtitle type='html'>To put it simply, this blog is for anyone. Now read on and enjoy!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234135039151832897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitepoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Petite Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17584739812772189141</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' 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stares at him,&lt;br /&gt;The river of tears stop,&lt;br /&gt;The laughing and the clapping stop.&lt;br /&gt;All there is left is a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Soft and sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234135039151832897-8225396403658148102?l=petitepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8225396403658148102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://petitepoet.blogspot.com/2011/04/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234135039151832897/posts/default/8225396403658148102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234135039151832897/posts/default/8225396403658148102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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things,&lt;br /&gt;If I were to keep my eyes open for all those days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;That they will live long and meaningful lives,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of that is worth much more,&lt;br /&gt;Than treasure and eternal life combined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234135039151832897-345649153594689782?l=petitepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/345649153594689782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://petitepoet.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-friends-and-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234135039151832897/posts/default/345649153594689782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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