<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:25:52.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nans33</title><subtitle type='html'>So, I'm not 33 yet, and there aren't 33 songs on this site yet either, but ever since "No33" appeared this number has been following me....Well,anyway, enjoy the site :-) </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-108989411652201124</id><published>2005-06-20T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:09:36.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Some have said that it might be hard to hear all the words to the songs that we sing, so I've decided to post the lyrics to the songs I've written here....for those who actually would like to know:-) &lt;br /&gt;Here are a few, and there will be more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-108989411652201124?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108989411652201124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108989411652201124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-lyrics.html' title='My Lyrics'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-111350198863293998</id><published>2005-04-14T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:06:28.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parachute</title><content type='html'>i let myself go&lt;br /&gt;the way i sometimes do&lt;br /&gt;when the height makes me dizzy &lt;br /&gt;and i'm dazzled by the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bones were tingling&lt;br /&gt;and told me to take&lt;br /&gt;that leap of faith, told me&lt;br /&gt;they needed a healthy break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there in mid-air&lt;br /&gt;i saw it all&lt;br /&gt;how you turned round&lt;br /&gt;and would not be there to catch my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've grown astute&lt;br /&gt;from destitute leaps&lt;br /&gt;so i pulled out &lt;br /&gt;my parachute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-111350198863293998?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/feeds/111350198863293998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636328&amp;postID=111350198863293998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/111350198863293998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/111350198863293998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2005/04/parachute.html' title='parachute'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-111127412687246334</id><published>2005-03-19T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:16:42.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterthought</title><content type='html'>well you'd think i'd learn&lt;br /&gt;from repeated mistakes i&lt;br /&gt;think i even told myself "girl,&lt;br /&gt;remember this" but&lt;br /&gt;i think i just forgot &lt;br /&gt;in the daze of it all&lt;br /&gt;completely convinced it'd be different&lt;br /&gt;this time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea that &lt;br /&gt;intoxication is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;when things are at stake&lt;br /&gt;and i seem to forget virtue&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm in this state and i&lt;br /&gt;think i've said it all before&lt;br /&gt;but just as an afterthought:&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should learn to converse &lt;br /&gt;next time around&lt;br /&gt;next time around&lt;br /&gt;next time around&lt;br /&gt;next time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Nan Espeseth 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-111127412687246334?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/111127412687246334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/111127412687246334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2005/03/afterthought.html' title='Afterthought'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-111127321007876875</id><published>2005-03-19T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:07:48.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Mountain</title><content type='html'>the way gravity pulls&lt;br /&gt;it seems to pull so fierce&lt;br /&gt;making it hard to climb up&lt;br /&gt;and i'm struggling to keep &lt;br /&gt;my head held high&lt;br /&gt;trying not to drag my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the times i feel full&lt;br /&gt;i still try to be all ears&lt;br /&gt;and steadily hold my cup&lt;br /&gt;coz this mountain is steep&lt;br /&gt;and its rivers are wide&lt;br /&gt;and its constant humming disturbs my beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;i take it all in&lt;br /&gt;coz if i open them&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sucked right in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;i'm still anticipating&lt;br /&gt;that if i open them &lt;br /&gt;i'll be sucked right in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Nan Espeseth 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-111127321007876875?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/111127321007876875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/111127321007876875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-mountain.html' title='This Mountain'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-108985750715267136</id><published>2004-07-14T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:03:51.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circumstance</title><content type='html'>I’m curious of you&lt;br /&gt;Of what lies beneath your surface &lt;br /&gt;The source of the glow that comes through&lt;br /&gt;And tickles me&lt;br /&gt;Right where I need it&lt;br /&gt;Right where it’s long overdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hear rumours of ‘the one’&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve yet to find that someone&lt;br /&gt;Who completes me like no one else&lt;br /&gt;Coz so much depends &lt;br /&gt;On paths and on choices and&lt;br /&gt;Likings and circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek me out &lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t expect a fancy line&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll tell ya&lt;br /&gt;Smiles will get you so much &lt;br /&gt;Further than hairdos&lt;br /&gt;And sincerity will save us time&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m tired of games and of &lt;br /&gt;Misunderstandings and of all&lt;br /&gt;All these rules&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, let’s make it simple&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just make it plain&lt;br /&gt;I’ll start&lt;br /&gt;I’m curious of you…….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;© Nan Espeseth 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-108985750715267136?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985750715267136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985750715267136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2004/07/circumstance.html' title='Circumstance'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-108985699179943308</id><published>2004-07-14T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:04:15.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway there</title><content type='html'>I was halfway there and a bit scared&lt;br /&gt;Coz nothing’s ever what you think&lt;br /&gt;And when you use big words just to get heard &lt;br /&gt;You forget you’re exaggerating&lt;br /&gt;But the sun was shining there above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And the beauty of it distracted my mind&lt;br /&gt;And a feeling so immense &lt;br /&gt;Of the freedom that I’d have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’re halfway there&lt;br /&gt;Coz we push hard&lt;br /&gt;But we’re unsure of what to think&lt;br /&gt;Coz our wishful state of mind &lt;br /&gt;Looses focus when we blink&lt;br /&gt;And what’s true of what they say&lt;br /&gt;And what of it is just white lies&lt;br /&gt;Coz it’s what you do when you feel obliged&lt;br /&gt;To be polite and kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway there &lt;br /&gt;And I’m scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Nan Espeseth 2002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-108985699179943308?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985699179943308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985699179943308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2004/07/halfway-there.html' title='Halfway there'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-108985688763061310</id><published>2004-07-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:04:31.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In This State</title><content type='html'>It’s when I find myself in this state&lt;br /&gt;I agree with everything I argue&lt;br /&gt;And all your opinions have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m not finished talkin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not be ‘coz I’m right&lt;br /&gt;Or ‘bout how many shots I get in&lt;br /&gt;It might not be how I fight &lt;br /&gt;As long as I win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s only when I’m in this state&lt;br /&gt; I argue when I agree&lt;br /&gt;And I might not be absolutely right &lt;br /&gt;But at least I have your attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not be ‘coz I’m right&lt;br /&gt;Or ‘bout how many shots I get in&lt;br /&gt;It might not be how I fight &lt;br /&gt;As long as I win&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;© Nan Espeseth 2002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-108985688763061310?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985688763061310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985688763061310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2004/07/in-this-state.html' title='In This State'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-108985677815885539</id><published>2004-07-14T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:04:55.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never The Same</title><content type='html'>we’re lying head to head in my beds that are usually placed so awkwardly&lt;br /&gt;but tonight I think they’re placed perfectly&lt;br /&gt;and we just lie there and talk and the only time we touch &lt;br /&gt;is when we pass the last cigarette that’s left&lt;br /&gt;and you look so beautiful, I think I see your aura &lt;br /&gt;yeah, it’s shining like a glory ‘round your head&lt;br /&gt;and I’d like to touch your face, but if I touch your face I’ll break the spell&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I’ll break the magic in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you would never look at me the same &lt;br /&gt;‘coz you’d know that I care for you&lt;br /&gt;and not the way you want me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the way the situation is I don’t know if I’ll ever find the bliss &lt;br /&gt;that I’ve painted rose-red in my mind&lt;br /&gt;and, you know, I always fuck things up and nothing ever clicks&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to the expectations that I have &lt;br /&gt;of what the other person will say or do&lt;br /&gt;and now the other person is you&lt;br /&gt;and I’d like to tell you how it is, but I’m scared of what I’d miss&lt;br /&gt;and what you’d think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that you would never look at me the same &lt;br /&gt;‘coz you’d know that I care for you &lt;br /&gt;and now the way you want me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now there’s a new year and we don’t know what it’ll bring&lt;br /&gt;will we be able to make up for our sins&lt;br /&gt;empty out our pockets and let them breath for a while&lt;br /&gt;before we start shoving secrets back in&lt;br /&gt;and the winter has painted the ground white and even though it’s night&lt;br /&gt;I see a shimmer of white&lt;br /&gt;and I know you’ll be leaving soon and take the glory with you&lt;br /&gt;but the magic will still be hangin’ for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will you ever look at me the same &lt;br /&gt;or will you know that I care for you &lt;br /&gt;and not the way you want me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever look at me the same &lt;br /&gt;or will you know that I care for you &lt;br /&gt;and you don’t really want me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will you ever look at me the same &lt;br /&gt;or will you know&lt;br /&gt;will you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Nan Espeseth 1998&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-108985677815885539?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985677815885539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985677815885539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2004/07/never-same.html' title='Never The Same'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-108985673885433727</id><published>2004-07-14T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:05:17.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No. 33</title><content type='html'>There is only one way to describe what I felt&lt;br /&gt;As I wandered (wondered) off in ambivalence&lt;br /&gt;Coz you scared me if you’d dared me I would not have replied&lt;br /&gt;Coz I was too unsure of what this was and you were of no help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because I contemplated too much&lt;br /&gt;Ran things though my mind never to find a logical answer&lt;br /&gt;So I left you like I should do you still think of me&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just a faded memory&lt;br /&gt;No.33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is only one word to describe how I felt&lt;br /&gt;As I wandered (wondered) off in ambivalence&lt;br /&gt;And I left you like I should do you still think of me&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just a faded memory&lt;br /&gt;No.33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Nan Espeseth 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-108985673885433727?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985673885433727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985673885433727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2004/07/no-33.html' title='No. 33'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-108985667923330207</id><published>2004-07-14T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:05:34.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Song</title><content type='html'>There’s a new song in the charts&lt;br /&gt;That’s taking the world by storm&lt;br /&gt;It’s one we all love to hate&lt;br /&gt;But we catch ourselves singin’ along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I don’t hear all the notes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it the song’s not whole&lt;br /&gt;But from where I am listening&lt;br /&gt;All I hear are discords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they sing so violently&lt;br /&gt;When their harmonies don’t fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s not my place to oppose&lt;br /&gt;When it’s their pride that’s at stake&lt;br /&gt;Coz who’s to decide who’s to deny&lt;br /&gt;Who holds the key and&lt;br /&gt;Who’s the most qualified to define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they sing so violently&lt;br /&gt;When their harmonies don’t fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Nan Espeseth 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-108985667923330207?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985667923330207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985667923330207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2004/07/another-song.html' title='Another Song'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-108985655753417453</id><published>2004-07-14T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:05:46.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Time</title><content type='html'>If I had more time I’d write endless songs&lt;br /&gt;If I’d get enough sleep I’d concentrate more&lt;br /&gt;On what I co and when and where&lt;br /&gt;Not so agitated and disorganised&lt;br /&gt;I’d be smarter and more coherent in my speech&lt;br /&gt;I’d solve problems without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;I’d know immediately without uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;If I’d met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz maybe I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were overlooked in my dazed and distorted consciousness&lt;br /&gt;And my timing was all wrong and my awareness level less&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I knew you long ago but I’ve forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Coz my memory faded and I just wasn’t all there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my decisions decided to be controlled&lt;br /&gt;I’d be more in charge my life easier to mould&lt;br /&gt;And the sand wouldn’t just slip out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;I’d have a tighter grip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet firm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in confidence I’d rise and my vision would be clearer&lt;br /&gt;And the image in your eyes would be me in bright colours&lt;br /&gt;And my actions would speak loud&lt;br /&gt;And my voice sing even louder coz I’m all here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I’ll just sing a melody&lt;br /&gt;And dream of how it might be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Nan Espeseth 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-108985655753417453?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985655753417453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/108985655753417453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2004/07/more-time.html' title='More Time'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636328.post-109114710234133499</id><published>2004-07-01T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:06:06.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonate</title><content type='html'>You sound to me like an ecco&lt;br /&gt;of what you did before&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with your youth&lt;br /&gt;your golden ore&lt;br /&gt;You rendered your mind &lt;br /&gt;and it resonate still&lt;br /&gt;I'd go back in time to hear you from &lt;br /&gt;your window sill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Nan Espeseth 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636328-109114710234133499?l=nans33.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/109114710234133499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636328/posts/default/109114710234133499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans33.blogspot.com/2004/07/resonate.html' title='Resonate'/><author><name>Bobby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15697916900896823780'/></author></entry></feed>