<?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-20447037</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:26:49.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady In Peach</title><subtitle type='html'>The web site of Rachel Hargrove.  She displays her poetry and other information.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-3616678317709632421</id><published>2010-04-28T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:16:52.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       This blog is now located at http://peachlady.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;       You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click &lt;a href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/'&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to&lt;br /&gt;       http://peachlady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-3616678317709632421?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/' title='This blog has moved'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/3616678317709632421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/3616678317709632421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='This blog has moved'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-115698530300454326</id><published>2006-08-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:49:39.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Cereal Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2" face="Tahoma"&gt;Your Cereal Personality:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Tahoma" size="5"&gt;Honey Smacks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="3"&gt;You were the frog-like thing from Honey Smacks. You were always trying to become as popular as your older brother Dig 'em from Sugar Smacks. But it never worked out. Your smacks were inferior to his smacks. And we all know what happens to inferior smacks...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizsoup.com/breakfast-cereal.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="1" face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizsoupimages.com/breakfast-cereal/honey-smacks.jpg" width="100" border="0"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="1"&gt;Take This Quiz!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-115698530300454326?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/115698530300454326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/115698530300454326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-cereal-personality.html' title='Your Cereal Personality'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-115698462731783621</id><published>2006-08-30T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:39:06.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Disney Mobster Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399" size="4"&gt;You Are:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#277204" size="4"&gt;Jiminy &amp;quot;Big Money&amp;quot; Cricket&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizsoup.com/disney-quiz/Jiminy-Cricket.jpg" width="168" height="250"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399" face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Jiminy &amp;quot;Big Money&amp;quot; Cricket. You were sent to Vegas by your &amp;quot;family&amp;quot; in New York to start a new casino. Your game now is to go around to high rollers &lt;br /&gt;at the casino and convince them that you are their conscience. &amp;quot;Well, I'd lay more money down on the table,&amp;quot; you tell them. &amp;quot;Golly, I'd hit on 19,&amp;quot; you convince them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizsoup.com/disney-quiz.php"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-115698462731783621?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/115698462731783621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/115698462731783621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2006/08/which-disney-mobster-are-you.html' title='Which Disney Mobster Are You?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-115698428316108142</id><published>2006-08-30T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:31:23.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Month Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here is a thing that I found on the net.&amp;nbsp; My birthday is March 5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affectionate&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy and reserved&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretive&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves peace and serenity&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to others&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to serve others&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not easily angered&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciative and returns kindness&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observant and assess others&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revengeful&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream and fantasize&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves traveling&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves attention&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves home decors&lt;br /&gt;Musically talented&lt;br /&gt;Loves special things&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;*&lt;/font&gt; - indicates the ones that describe me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-115698428316108142?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/115698428316108142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/115698428316108142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-month-are-you.html' title='What Month Are You?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-115698404219034274</id><published>2006-08-30T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:27:22.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish The Sentence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My ex is...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; No longer in my life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am listening to...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; The TV.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I should...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Take a nap.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; &lt;a href="http://thatgirlraq.alwaysinspired.info/"&gt;My twin sister&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My best friend(s)...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Is my twin sister, Raquel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't understand...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Why people are so rude these days.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lost...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; My father when I was young.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People say...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; I'm a fun person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The meaning of my screen name shows..&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; That my favorite color is peach.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Is a beautiful thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere, someone is...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Smiling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will always....&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Be a writer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forever seems....&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; A little closer each day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never want to...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Be rude.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mobile phone...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Laying on the couch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I wake up in the morning...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get annoyed when...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; People don't give me the wave when I let them over in traffic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parties are...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Not for me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Went to work.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I will...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Go to work again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really want to...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; Be paid for writing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish that...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; People weren't so rude.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I live...&lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt; In an apartment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-115698404219034274?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/115698404219034274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/115698404219034274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2006/08/finish-sentence.html' title='Finish The Sentence'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-115698343470294961</id><published>2006-08-30T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:17:14.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you have an air conditioner? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What color is your bathroom? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Traditional White&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have a dog? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;No, I have fishes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many mirrors do you have in your house? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Yes, who doesn't.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you sun bathe? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;No&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you swim? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What color is your vehicle? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Maroon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How long has it been since you rode a bike? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Years&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you ice skate? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many years apart are your kids from each other? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Don't have any kids.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you wearing on your feet right now? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;White socks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many toilets are in your home? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Two&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What channel are you watching? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Lifetime&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it dark or light outside? - &lt;font color="#f55a00"&gt;Light&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-115698343470294961?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/115698343470294961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/115698343470294961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-for-fun.html' title='Just For Fun'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626145518024177</id><published>2005-01-11T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:16:44.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Rachel</title><content type='html'>Rachel Hargrove is the older of two twins born on June 26, 1978 to Mary Louise Hargrove-Hawthorne and Barry Hargrove (deceased).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel lost her father on November 15, 1978, although she was too young to have any recollection of her father. She was adopted by her mother's new husband, Mark Hawthorne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel began to write poetry at the age of 9. Her gift was encouraged by her stepfather. He helped her to enter poetry contests. She has won a number of poetry contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel hopes to someday publish her poetry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626145518024177?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626145518024177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626145518024177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2005/01/about-rachel.html' title='About Rachel'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624224079721848</id><published>2004-02-16T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:50:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each New Morning</title><content type='html'>Each new morning that I wake with you on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Is a wonderful day, I wake up to find.&lt;br /&gt;Each new morning that my thoughts drift to you,&lt;br /&gt;Is an amazing awakening with the first's morning's dew.&lt;br /&gt;Each new day that I feel you in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Is a brand new day with a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;Each new day that I hear you in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;Is a wonderful melody that I am blessed to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Each new day that I see you in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Is a day that I don't have to despise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624224079721848?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624224079721848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624224079721848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2004/02/each-new-morning.html' title='Each New Morning'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624125781397323</id><published>2004-02-16T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:34:17.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adore You</title><content type='html'>It must be your walk that has me feeling the way I feel.&lt;br /&gt;It must be your talk that makes my heart seem to squeal.&lt;br /&gt;It must be your looks that make my face smile.&lt;br /&gt;It must be your cologne that makes my nose delight.&lt;br /&gt;It must me your gaze that keeps me awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;It is you, that's the only thing.&lt;br /&gt;It is you that makes my heart sing.&lt;br /&gt;It's you that I adore.&lt;br /&gt;It's you that I want more and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624125781397323?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624125781397323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624125781397323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2004/02/adore-you.html' title='Adore You'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624241878844684</id><published>2004-01-19T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:53:38.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of hiding what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Especially when what I feel is real.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of feeling fear,&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to fear when God is near.&lt;br /&gt;So tired of denying myself those things,&lt;br /&gt;Those things that joy will bring.&lt;br /&gt;Amidst life's tortured path&lt;br /&gt;There are but a few moments&lt;br /&gt;When smiles bring great joy&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of missing those moments.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of trying to fake a smile, when I don't feel one,&lt;br /&gt;Needing only some concern, just to find out there is none.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of not knowing what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Only to decide, then what I decide is what I shouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt emotions from the left and right.&lt;br /&gt;Tears, exhilaration, and more night after night.&lt;br /&gt;So many changes all around, my brain is fired.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say, Lord, I'm so tired! So very tired!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624241878844684?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624241878844684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624241878844684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-tired.html' title='So Tired'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624260805796499</id><published>2003-12-16T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:56:48.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Hold On, I Will Win</title><content type='html'>All alone in the world,&lt;br /&gt;At least that's how she feels.&lt;br /&gt;A life full of people,&lt;br /&gt;Still an empty cart she wills.&lt;br /&gt;Warm greetings are a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Empty promises and shallow words take their place.&lt;br /&gt;The wise words of David enter her mind.&lt;br /&gt;"Encourage yourself in the Lord,” then a brief change, her face.&lt;br /&gt;The songs of the season should help,&lt;br /&gt;But the relief they bring is brief.&lt;br /&gt;Just one kind word, one small hug,&lt;br /&gt;Could lead to a momentary relief.&lt;br /&gt;Even if only momentary,&lt;br /&gt;Some relief would be embraced.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to do evil for evil,&lt;br /&gt;From her mind, must be quickly erased.&lt;br /&gt;A kind answer turns away wrath,&lt;br /&gt;That's what she's been taught.&lt;br /&gt;But so far, that's not the way,&lt;br /&gt;Only quietness and sluggish words are wrought.&lt;br /&gt;She'll just keep on trying,&lt;br /&gt;To do what she knows is right.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in the end,&lt;br /&gt;She won't give up the fight.&lt;br /&gt;Only the Lord knows,&lt;br /&gt;How this will end.&lt;br /&gt;But she holds on to,&lt;br /&gt;If I hold on, I will win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624260805796499?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624260805796499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624260805796499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/12/if-i-hold-on-i-will-win.html' title='If I Hold On, I Will Win'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624264240102389</id><published>2003-12-13T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:57:22.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Butterfly</title><content type='html'>Christmas Butterfly flutter by: Oh what a beautiful sight.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Butterfly flutter by: Oh that Silent Night.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Butterfly flutter by: The beauty that is red &amp; green.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Butterfly flutter by: The wondrous Christmas scene.&lt;br /&gt;Mama's here, cooking the food.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's here, placing the firewood.&lt;br /&gt;There's my sister, smiling with glee.&lt;br /&gt;There's my boyfriend's, looking at the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Butterfly flutter by: Oh what a beautiful sight.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Butterfly flutter by: Oh that Silent Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624264240102389?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624264240102389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624264240102389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-butterfly.html' title='Christmas Butterfly'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624300951498276</id><published>2003-11-15T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:03:29.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and Round (In Circles)</title><content type='html'>Got my head spinning round and round.&lt;br /&gt;Spinning something crazy; kind of like a merry go round.&lt;br /&gt;Slow down, chill.&lt;br /&gt;Got my head spinning what a shame.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in circles.&lt;br /&gt;Watch my head whirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624300951498276?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624300951498276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624300951498276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/11/round-and-round-in-circles.html' title='Round and Round (In Circles)'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624271813681733</id><published>2003-11-15T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:58:38.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Special</title><content type='html'>I know someone so special, So Special indeed.&lt;br /&gt;If a person needs something, that need, So Special heeds.&lt;br /&gt;So Special is a friend, a friend true blue.&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things that only So Special can do.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wishes So Special to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wishes So Special to greet.&lt;br /&gt;So Special never seems sad.&lt;br /&gt;So Special is never angry, upset, or mad.&lt;br /&gt;Happy-go-lucky that’s So Special, true.&lt;br /&gt;If there were no So Special, what would I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624271813681733?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624271813681733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624271813681733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-special.html' title='So Special'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624320705269698</id><published>2003-10-14T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:06:47.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>Promises we make.&lt;br /&gt;Promises we break.&lt;br /&gt;Promises why so many?&lt;br /&gt;Promises why any?&lt;br /&gt;Do we really need to make promises?&lt;br /&gt;Cause all we do is break most of them.&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;Someone actually keeps them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624320705269698?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624320705269698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624320705269698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/10/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624325420773527</id><published>2003-08-14T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:07:34.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the Lonely</title><content type='html'>Only the lonely would know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Only the lonely would know what I conceal.&lt;br /&gt;Only the lonely would know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Only the lonely would not have anyone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Only the lonely could be lonely inside.&lt;br /&gt;Only the lonely, their feelings hide.&lt;br /&gt;No man is an island, but sometimes it seems.&lt;br /&gt;The love of others can not be redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;Only the lonely would know how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624325420773527?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624325420773527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624325420773527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/08/only-lonely.html' title='Only the Lonely'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113642099924204760</id><published>2003-08-14T16:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:29:59.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><content type='html'>In my world, I run things.&lt;br /&gt;My control reigns.&lt;br /&gt;I do as I please.&lt;br /&gt;I rule supreme.&lt;br /&gt;I am the queen.&lt;br /&gt;Don't enter my world unless you behave.&lt;br /&gt;Don't enter my world unless you are brave.&lt;br /&gt;In my world, my word is law!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113642099924204760?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113642099924204760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113642099924204760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/08/my-world.html' title='My World'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624329594192789</id><published>2003-07-22T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:08:15.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Moment in Time</title><content type='html'>One moment in time is all I ask for.&lt;br /&gt;One moment in time I would really adore.&lt;br /&gt;One moment in time is all I really need.&lt;br /&gt;One moment in time indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624329594192789?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624329594192789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624329594192789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/07/one-moment-in-time.html' title='One Moment in Time'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113642142167616656</id><published>2003-05-28T18:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:37:01.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Love You</title><content type='html'>Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;That's my only request&lt;br /&gt;I want to do my best&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Forever more&lt;br /&gt;It is you that I adore&lt;br /&gt;Just let me love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113642142167616656?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113642142167616656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113642142167616656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/05/let-me-love-you.html' title='Let Me Love You'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113642133111164007</id><published>2003-05-28T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:35:31.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Wish</title><content type='html'>I wish I could buy you a diamond, but alas I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give you a fur, bur alas no money in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could charter a plane to England, Rome, and France.&lt;br /&gt;I even wish I could do a special dance.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I wish to do for you on this special day.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will be able to one of these days,&lt;br /&gt;But as for now, I can only do what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;So here's my Mother's Day Wish.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113642133111164007?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113642133111164007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113642133111164007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/05/mothers-day-wish_28.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Wish'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624430831983255</id><published>2003-05-20T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:25:08.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of being called under aged.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of very long days.&lt;br /&gt;Time after time I wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;People think I'm so young.  Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624430831983255?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624430831983255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624430831983255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/05/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so Tired'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624425424740654</id><published>2003-05-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:24:14.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny's Voice</title><content type='html'>How I love to hear the melodious sounds as they pass his wonderful lips.&lt;br /&gt;Those soulful sounds, they just move my hips.&lt;br /&gt;To hear the deep bass notes,&lt;br /&gt;The higher ones as they pass his throat.&lt;br /&gt;It is a great joy for me.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with glee.&lt;br /&gt;Sing on, oh great singer,&lt;br /&gt;With you my thoughts linger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624425424740654?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624425424740654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624425424740654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/05/johnnys-voice.html' title='Johnny&apos;s Voice'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624384823918942</id><published>2003-05-16T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:17:28.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for a Little While</title><content type='html'>Just for a little while,&lt;br /&gt;Can we walk?&lt;br /&gt;Just for a little while,&lt;br /&gt;Can we walk?&lt;br /&gt;Just for a little while,&lt;br /&gt;Can we be one?&lt;br /&gt;Just for a little while,&lt;br /&gt;Can we have fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624384823918942?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624384823918942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624384823918942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/05/just-for-little-while.html' title='Just for a Little While'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624339656677807</id><published>2003-05-14T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:09:56.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><content type='html'>In my world, I run things.&lt;br /&gt;My control reigns.&lt;br /&gt;I do as I please.&lt;br /&gt;I rule supreme.&lt;br /&gt;I am the queen.&lt;br /&gt;Don't enter my world unless you behave.&lt;br /&gt;Don't enter my world unless you are brave.&lt;br /&gt;In my world, my word is law!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624339656677807?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624339656677807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624339656677807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/05/my-world.html' title='My World'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624377710759881</id><published>2003-04-04T11:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:16:17.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Me Alone</title><content type='html'>Take the hint boy,&lt;br /&gt;Please leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't come by to see me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Don't come walking up to my door.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624377710759881?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624377710759881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624377710759881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/04/leave-me-alone.html' title='Leave Me Alone'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624367981105019</id><published>2003-04-04T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:14:39.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Love You</title><content type='html'>Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;That's my only request&lt;br /&gt;I want to do my best&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Forever more&lt;br /&gt;It is you that I adore&lt;br /&gt;Just let me love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624367981105019?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624367981105019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624367981105019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/04/let-me-love-you.html' title='Let Me Love You'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624359754490696</id><published>2003-04-04T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:13:17.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Wish</title><content type='html'>I wish I could buy you a diamond, but alas I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give you a fur, bur alas no money in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could charter a plane to Egland, Rome, and France.&lt;br /&gt;I even wish I could do a special dance.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I wish to do for you on this special day.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will be able to one of these days,&lt;br /&gt;But as for now, I can only do what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;So here's my Mother's Day Wish.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624359754490696?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624359754490696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624359754490696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/04/mothers-day-wish.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Wish'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624353692802050</id><published>2003-04-04T10:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:12:16.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Back's Agony</title><content type='html'>My back has a problem and I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fix it, can you?&lt;br /&gt;It's just a small pain, at lest that's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I made a wrong move, oh boy the pain I caught.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is the way I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's the food I eat.&lt;br /&gt;That's my back's agony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624353692802050?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624353692802050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624353692802050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/04/my-backs-agony.html' title='My Back&apos;s Agony'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624345795876513</id><published>2003-04-04T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:10:57.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stomach Is Empty</title><content type='html'>I'm hungry,&lt;br /&gt;Starving for a meal.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is growling.&lt;br /&gt;Word, for real.&lt;br /&gt;I need food, substance, something.&lt;br /&gt;I need some food that really buckling.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is empty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624345795876513?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624345795876513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624345795876513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/04/my-stomach-is-empty.html' title='My Stomach Is Empty'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625724611523433</id><published>2003-03-04T18:44:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:00:46.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Never Know</title><content type='html'>You'll never know the way I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know because I doth conceal.&lt;br /&gt;I have always wished to tell my true feelings,&lt;br /&gt;But to reveal myself is very unappealing.&lt;br /&gt;Whether I am sad, happy, or mad.&lt;br /&gt;Angry, sleepy, or feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625724611523433?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625724611523433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625724611523433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/03/youll-never-know.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Know'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625719736074755</id><published>2003-03-04T18:44:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:59:57.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Flower</title><content type='html'>I have a yellow flower tried and true.&lt;br /&gt;I have a yellow flower and it’s not blue.&lt;br /&gt;It is truly bright&lt;br /&gt;When shown in the light.&lt;br /&gt;Where is my yellow flower that makes me warm?&lt;br /&gt;Where is my yellow flower, yellow as golden corn?&lt;br /&gt;I keep this flower very near to my aching heart.&lt;br /&gt;I keep this yellow flower to give me a start.&lt;br /&gt;A Yellow Flower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625719736074755?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625719736074755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625719736074755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/03/yellow-flower.html' title='Yellow Flower'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625711348886471</id><published>2003-03-04T18:44:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:58:33.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do You?</title><content type='html'>Why do you treat me that way? Why do you often times disobey? Why do you defy me? Why do you see things differently? Why do you go against the grain? Why do you play in the rain? Why do you do the things you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625711348886471?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625711348886471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625711348886471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/03/why-do-you.html' title='Why Do You?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625705308981299</id><published>2003-03-04T18:44:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:57:33.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did I Have to Leave?</title><content type='html'>I had to leave early, although I did not want to.&lt;br /&gt;I never got a chance to say bye.  So sad, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave because I had to baby sit.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to baby sit too often.&lt;br /&gt;But it's family.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to leave?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625705308981299?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625705308981299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625705308981299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/03/why-did-i-have-to-leave.html' title='Why Did I Have to Leave?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625700845289223</id><published>2003-03-04T18:44:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:56:48.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Chips Were Down</title><content type='html'>When the chips were down, You came around.&lt;br /&gt;When the chips were down, You were a friend.&lt;br /&gt;When the chips were down, You made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;When the chips were down, You gave me hope.&lt;br /&gt;When the chips were down, You were there.&lt;br /&gt;When the chips were down, God, You blessed me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625700845289223?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625700845289223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625700845289223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/03/when-chips-were-down.html' title='When the Chips Were Down'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625694804764660</id><published>2003-03-04T18:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:55:48.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Commitment Came</title><content type='html'>I should not have been so hasty and should have thought things out. But when Commitment came.  I turned it all about. I lost my head, my cool, my common sense. In came Commitment, out I went. When Commitment came, my attitude changed. When Commitment came, things I rearranged. When Commitment showed its frightful face, I changed to a faster pace, And left the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625694804764660?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625694804764660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625694804764660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/03/when-commitment-came.html' title='When Commitment Came'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625689085666489</id><published>2003-03-04T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:54:50.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are In Trouble</title><content type='html'>State of confusion all around.&lt;br /&gt;State of confusion in every town.&lt;br /&gt;We are in trouble, that's the simple fact.&lt;br /&gt;We are in trouble; things are no longer in tact.&lt;br /&gt;We are in trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625689085666489?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625689085666489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625689085666489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/03/we-are-in-trouble.html' title='We Are In Trouble'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625681361628748</id><published>2003-03-04T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:53:33.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon Reflection</title><content type='html'>Upon reflection, I see that there were many things I did not do.&lt;br /&gt;Buy a car; go to the park, or even the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;A new year has come at long last.&lt;br /&gt;And there are still many things left to do.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reflection, I will see this year through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625681361628748?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625681361628748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625681361628748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/03/upon-reflection.html' title='Upon Reflection'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624701915885279</id><published>2003-03-03T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:10:19.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch</title><content type='html'>Give me your special touch&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Touch me all over&lt;br /&gt;Let us grow older&lt;br /&gt;Together as one&lt;br /&gt;No more to be two&lt;br /&gt;Give me your special touch&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624701915885279?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624701915885279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624701915885279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/03/touch.html' title='Touch'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113624548659369119</id><published>2003-03-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:44:46.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Wasn't Suppose to Happen</title><content type='html'>It wasn't supposed to happen that way.&lt;br /&gt;It did happen that way, I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;No large parades, no gala fanfare.&lt;br /&gt;No fire cracking noises filled the air.&lt;br /&gt;All I got was a simply hug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113624548659369119?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624548659369119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113624548659369119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/03/that-wasnt-suppose-to-happen.html' title='That Wasn&apos;t Suppose to Happen'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625965993575958</id><published>2003-02-19T09:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:40:59.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>Here we go again,&lt;br /&gt;Doing the same old, same old.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing hard on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Is this truly what I deserve?&lt;br /&gt;This story has become dull.&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am very wired.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625965993575958?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625965993575958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625965993575958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625920355683930</id><published>2003-02-19T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:33:23.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's My Forever Love</title><content type='html'>He’s my forever love.&lt;br /&gt;He will be there always.&lt;br /&gt;He’s my forever love.&lt;br /&gt;He will be there come what may.&lt;br /&gt;He loves me faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;And with me, he always wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;When he sees my face,&lt;br /&gt;He goes wild.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to see my smile.&lt;br /&gt;He’s my forever love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625920355683930?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625920355683930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625920355683930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/hes-my-forever-love.html' title='He&apos;s My Forever Love'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625872209685896</id><published>2003-02-19T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:25:22.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me</title><content type='html'>Hold me when I’m feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when I’m feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me I really wish you would.&lt;br /&gt;When it’s lonely in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;When my nightmares give me so much fright.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come and give me a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625872209685896?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625872209685896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625872209685896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/hold-me.html' title='Hold Me'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625859478137783</id><published>2003-02-19T09:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:23:14.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is Where She Belongs</title><content type='html'>She wants to go home.&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't want to with stand the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Since last she went.&lt;br /&gt;Home is where she belongs.&lt;br /&gt;What can she do to get through?&lt;br /&gt;Is she that far away?&lt;br /&gt;She has nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;Let her come home.&lt;br /&gt;Because home is where she belongs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625859478137783?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625859478137783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625859478137783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/home-is-where-she-belongs.html' title='Home is Where She Belongs'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625742559355339</id><published>2003-02-19T09:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:03:45.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Hungry</title><content type='html'>I am hungry, so very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Can I have some food?&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry, so very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Is this food good?&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry, so very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Am I too skinny?&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry, so very hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625742559355339?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625742559355339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625742559355339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/i-am-hungry.html' title='I Am Hungry'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625736780839340</id><published>2003-02-19T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:02:47.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't have the Answer</title><content type='html'>I don't have the answer to all of life's problems.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do when you ask me to solve them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the answer to any of the things going on today.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is one way...&lt;br /&gt;To find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;That way is JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;He is the only answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625736780839340?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625736780839340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625736780839340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/i-dont-have-answer.html' title='I Don&apos;t have the Answer'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625732797959546</id><published>2003-02-19T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:02:07.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Go Home</title><content type='html'>I'm tired, sleepy, sick, and almost dead.&lt;br /&gt;My body is drained and I need to be fed.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home, but I have no way.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home, I hope today.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a car.&lt;br /&gt;I may have to walk, but it's kinda far.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm stuck, all messed up.&lt;br /&gt;I need a cup...&lt;br /&gt;Of tea, soup, something,&lt;br /&gt;To ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it doesn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625732797959546?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625732797959546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625732797959546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/i-wanna-go-home.html' title='I Wanna Go Home'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626008954013458</id><published>2003-02-11T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:48:09.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All At Once</title><content type='html'>Everything is converging on me all at once.&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is converging on me all at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626008954013458?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626008954013458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626008954013458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/all-at-once.html' title='All At Once'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626005056000268</id><published>2003-02-11T11:02:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:47:30.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to Winter</title><content type='html'>Winter breeds a life of old, One new and untold. It shares of times good and bad, Like the one we formerly had. It tells of cold with a new sensation, That brings out a live vibration. It is like the toy we never played with, But kept for our children to share with. Winter to me is a time of cheer, It takes away my summer fears. I love to see it snow-White and bright from shore to shore. Winter breeds a life of old, One new and untold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626005056000268?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626005056000268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626005056000268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/ode-to-winter.html' title='An Ode to Winter'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626000958631236</id><published>2003-02-11T11:02:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:46:49.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Lonely For Me?</title><content type='html'>Baby, I'm lonely for you.&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely too?&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it another day...&lt;br /&gt;Unless you come my way.&lt;br /&gt;I have a question that I want you to answer for me.&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely for me?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm lonely for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626000958631236?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626000958631236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626000958631236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/are-you-lonely-for-me.html' title='Are You Lonely For Me?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625996799200690</id><published>2003-02-11T11:02:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:46:07.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Mine?</title><content type='html'>I have a question I want to ask.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a complex task.&lt;br /&gt;No stalling is needed.&lt;br /&gt;No need to be conceded.&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush, just take your rime.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, Are You Mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625996799200690?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625996799200690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625996799200690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/are-you-mine.html' title='Are You Mine?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625986449786313</id><published>2003-02-11T11:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:44:24.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring!</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored.  I don't know what to do. Please come rescue me.  Can you? What is going on? I wish to be gone! Who has the answers? The words he speaks are a blur. Boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625986449786313?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625986449786313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625986449786313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/boring.html' title='Boring!'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625981242166023</id><published>2003-02-11T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:43:32.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY</title><content type='html'>C for the chaos you bring in my life&lt;br /&gt;R for the radiance I see in your smile&lt;br /&gt;A for the attitude you have late all the time&lt;br /&gt;Z for the whatever, because you do it right&lt;br /&gt;Y for you and all that you do!&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;I’m so crazy for YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625981242166023?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625981242166023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625981242166023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/crazy.html' title='CRAZY'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113625974189624899</id><published>2003-02-11T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:42:21.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Cruel</title><content type='html'>Don't be cruel to me,&lt;br /&gt;For you see,&lt;br /&gt;It was all a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I have had all I can take.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew it would end up like that?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be cruel to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113625974189624899?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625974189624899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113625974189624899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/02/dont-be-cruel.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Cruel'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626103901824395</id><published>2003-01-11T23:13:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:03:59.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Foundation 1996</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/Backgrounds/LIP/JamesFoundation96.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626103901824395?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626103901824395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626103901824395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/01/james-foundation-1996.html' title='James Foundation 1996'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626084518725597</id><published>2003-01-11T23:13:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:00:45.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poets Day 1990</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/Backgrounds/LIP/PoetsDay90.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626084518725597?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626084518725597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626084518725597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/01/poets-day-1990.html' title='Poets Day 1990'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626080646138532</id><published>2003-01-11T23:13:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:00:06.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poets Day 1993</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/Backgrounds/LIP/PoetsDay93.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626080646138532?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626080646138532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626080646138532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/01/poets-day-1993.html' title='Poets Day 1993'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626076415922647</id><published>2003-01-11T23:13:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:59:24.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poets Day 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/Backgrounds/LIP/PoetsDay95.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626076415922647?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626076415922647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626076415922647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/01/poets-day-1995.html' title='Poets Day 1995'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626071182863531</id><published>2003-01-11T23:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:58:31.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poets Day 1996</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/Backgrounds/LIP/PoetsDay96.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626071182863531?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626071182863531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626071182863531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/01/poets-day-1996.html' title='Poets Day 1996'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626061424234683</id><published>2003-01-11T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:56:54.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Poets 1990</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/Backgrounds/LIP/YoungPoets90.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626061424234683?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626061424234683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626061424234683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/01/young-poets-1990.html' title='Young Poets 1990'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626021225222916</id><published>2003-01-11T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:50:12.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Poets 1993</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/Backgrounds/LIP/YoungPoets93.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626021225222916?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626021225222916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626021225222916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/01/young-poets-1993.html' title='Young Poets 1993'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626127145286380</id><published>2003-01-11T22:13:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:07:51.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haden Foundation 1999</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/Backgrounds/LIP/HadenFoundation99.gif" width="636" height="405"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626127145286380?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626127145286380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626127145286380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachlady.blogspot.com/2003/01/haden-foundation-1999.html' title='Haden Foundation 1999'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447037.post-113626121609283064</id><published>2003-01-11T22:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:06:56.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Foundation 1991</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/Backgrounds/LIP/JamesFoundation91.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20447037-113626121609283064?l=peachlady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626121609283064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20447037/posts/default/113626121609283064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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