<?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-2995497736703896196</id><updated>2011-12-20T10:48:22.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥v3r0n!c@♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Scroll all the way down for awsome pics!!!Make sure to comment my poems please!!! thanx!!&amp;hearts;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-8878332388441396309</id><published>2007-02-08T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:30:52.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥who youd be today♥ in memory of kevin♥</title><content type='html'>Sunny days seem to hurt the most.&lt;br /&gt;I wear the pain like a heavy coat.&lt;br /&gt;I feel you everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile, I see your face,&lt;br /&gt;I hear you laughin' in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't fair: you died too young,&lt;br /&gt;Like the story that had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;But death tore the pages all away.&lt;br /&gt;God knows how I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;All the hell that I've been through,&lt;br /&gt;Just knowin' no-one could take your place.&lt;br /&gt;An' sometimes I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Who'd you be today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you see the world? Would you chase your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Settle down with a family,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would you name your babies?&lt;br /&gt;Some days the sky's so blue,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;An' I know it might sound crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't fair: you died too young,&lt;br /&gt;Like the story that had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;But death tore the pages all away.&lt;br /&gt;God knows how I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;All the hell that I've been through,&lt;br /&gt;Just knowin' no-one could take your place.&lt;br /&gt;An' sometimes I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Who you'd be today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, today, today.&lt;br /&gt;Today, today, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental Break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days seem to hurt the most.&lt;br /&gt;I wear the pain like a heavy coat.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that gives me hope,&lt;br /&gt;Is I know I'll see you again some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day, some day, some day.&lt;br /&gt;author:kenny chesney&lt;br /&gt;type:ballad&lt;br /&gt;source:http://www.lyricattack.com/k/kennychesneylyrics/whoyoudbetodaylyrics.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-8878332388441396309?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/8878332388441396309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2995497736703896196&amp;postID=8878332388441396309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/8878332388441396309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/8878332388441396309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/2007/02/7heartswho-youd-be-today-in-memory-of.html' title='&amp;hearts;who youd be today&amp;hearts; in memory of kevin&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-8952790098008949827</id><published>2007-02-08T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:26:14.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥here in your arms♥</title><content type='html'>I like where we are,&lt;br /&gt;When we drive, in your car&lt;br /&gt;I like where we are.... Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause our lips, can touch&lt;br /&gt;And our cheeks, can brush&lt;br /&gt;Our lips can touch here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you are the one the one that lies close to me&lt;br /&gt;Whisper's hello I miss you quite terribly&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like where you sleep,&lt;br /&gt;When you sleep, next to me.&lt;br /&gt;I like where you sleep... here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause our lips, can touch&lt;br /&gt;And our cheeks, can brush&lt;br /&gt;Our lips can touch here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you are the one the one that lies close to me&lt;br /&gt;Whisper's hello I miss you quite terribly&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lips, can touch&lt;br /&gt;Our lips, can touch...here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one the one that lies close to me&lt;br /&gt;Whisper's hello I miss you quite terribly&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no place else I could be but here in your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one the one that lies close to me&lt;br /&gt;Whisper's hello I miss you miss you&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love, in love with you suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;author:hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;type:lyric&lt;br /&gt;source:http://www.lyricattack.com/h/hellogoodbyelyrics/hereinyourarmslyrics.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-8952790098008949827?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/8952790098008949827/comments/default' 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src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-5106314920469465931</id><published>2007-02-08T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:25:59.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥the kill♥</title><content type='html'>What if I wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it all off in your face&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;What if I fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take all this anymore&lt;br /&gt;What would you do, do, do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill&lt;br /&gt;Break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted to fight&lt;br /&gt;Beg for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanted more&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill&lt;br /&gt;Break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;But nothing seemed to change&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who I really am inside&lt;br /&gt;Finally found myself&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for a chance&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who I really am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill&lt;br /&gt;Break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;Come, break me down&lt;br /&gt;Break me down&lt;br /&gt;Break me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wanted to break...?&lt;br /&gt;author:30 seconds to mars&lt;br /&gt;type:lyric or ballad but i think ballad&lt;br /&gt;source:http://www.lyricattack.com/0/30secondstomarslyrics/thekilllyrics.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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kill&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-1360953151563340908</id><published>2007-02-07T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:04:04.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥So We'll Go No More A-Roving♥</title><content type='html'>So we'll go no more a-roving&lt;br /&gt;So late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;Though the heart still be as loving,&lt;br /&gt;And the moon still be as bright.&lt;br /&gt;For the sword outwears its sheath,&lt;br /&gt;And the soul outwears the breast,&lt;br /&gt;And the heart must pause to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;And love itself have rest.&lt;br /&gt;Though the night was made for loving,&lt;br /&gt;And the day returns too soon,&lt;br /&gt;Yet we'll go no more a-roving&lt;br /&gt;By the light of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;author:Byron&lt;br /&gt;type:lyric&lt;br /&gt;source:http://www.tqnyc.org/NYC030240/Lyrical.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-1360953151563340908?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1360953151563340908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2995497736703896196&amp;postID=1360953151563340908&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/1360953151563340908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/1360953151563340908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-go-no-more-roving.html' title='&amp;hearts;So We&apos;ll Go No More A-Roving&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-1064606696403871631</id><published>2007-02-07T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:58:43.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥on a house wife♥</title><content type='html'>Mary Weary, Housewife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dere Friends I am going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where washing ain't done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or cooking or sewing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mourn for me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or weep for me never:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I go to do nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;author:unknown&lt;br /&gt;type:epitaph&lt;br /&gt;source:http://www.webpanda.com/ponder/epitaphs.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-1064606696403871631?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1064606696403871631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2995497736703896196&amp;postID=1064606696403871631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/1064606696403871631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/1064606696403871631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/2007/02/house-wife.html' title='&amp;hearts;on a house wife&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-1923153848446101009</id><published>2007-02-07T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:50:35.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥the love of others♥</title><content type='html'>Some people come into our lives&lt;br /&gt;Bringing sweet perfume as from a flower&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but only for a little while!&lt;br /&gt;Their freshness touching us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are like a ray of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Shining brightly through a dark place&lt;br /&gt;Their laughter, like dancing daffodils,&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling on the meadow floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, like petals blown, they are gone&lt;br /&gt;How vainly we try to hold them to us!&lt;br /&gt;Yet, their love and kindness linger,&lt;br /&gt;The memory of a lovely flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type:free verse&lt;br /&gt;author:dee&lt;br /&gt;source:http://www.exitsupportnetwork.com/dee/poem/lost.htm#The Love of Others&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-1923153848446101009?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1923153848446101009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2995497736703896196&amp;postID=1923153848446101009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/1923153848446101009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/1923153848446101009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-of-others.html' title='&amp;hearts;the love of others&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-8822024209531322154</id><published>2007-02-07T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:44:13.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Sonnet&amp;hearts</title><content type='html'>Most gentle soul, belovéd friend I know,&lt;br /&gt; Thy glowing smile thy truest self reveals.&lt;br /&gt; Well-known, as if since centuries ago,&lt;br /&gt; Rememb'rance to the conscious mind appeals.&lt;br /&gt; Brain, knowing not the nature of this pulse,&lt;br /&gt; Attempts in vain to mark some social niche.&lt;br /&gt; Thus vague impression does in mind convulse.&lt;br /&gt; Heartstrings that knot see not more delicate stitch.&lt;br /&gt; Such will I feel to clasp thee as my friend;&lt;br /&gt; In heart and mind I would with thee acquaint,&lt;br /&gt; And yet I fear such forwardness would rend&lt;br /&gt; Relationship and leave uneasy taint.&lt;br /&gt;      For friendship I would all misgivings break,&lt;br /&gt;      Yet I hold back, if only for thy sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To be a friend is to express the soul,&lt;br /&gt;    Revealing self in clear and truest sense;&lt;br /&gt;    Unveil the one who sits behind the masks.&lt;br /&gt;    Expose your faults, that honesty may rinse&lt;br /&gt;    Facades, deception in communion full.&lt;br /&gt;    Regard each other purely, face-to-face&lt;br /&gt;    In intimate fulfillment of your tasks,&lt;br /&gt;    Evolving in that spiritual embrace.&lt;br /&gt;    Now we must abandon old restraint,&lt;br /&gt;    Develop spirit in true unity,&lt;br /&gt;    Sense sacred callings, act with openness,&lt;br /&gt;    Heal social wounds that souls may re-acquaint&lt;br /&gt;    In loving truth for all eternity--&lt;br /&gt;    Perfection of all love amounts to this.&lt;br /&gt;author:unknkown&lt;br /&gt;title:sonnet of friendship&lt;br /&gt;source:http://www.sccs.swarthmore.edu/users/02/robertnm/sonnet.html&lt;br /&gt;type:sonnet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-8822024209531322154?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/8822024209531322154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2995497736703896196&amp;postID=8822024209531322154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/8822024209531322154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/8822024209531322154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/2007/02/most-gentle-soul-belovd-friend-i-know.html' title='&amp;hearts;Sonnet&amp;hearts'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-4277637080531207300</id><published>2007-02-04T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:20:24.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥my friends♥</title><content type='html'>shes little miss perfect&lt;br /&gt;shes little miss nice&lt;br /&gt;when she comes in a room &lt;br /&gt;she wants all the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;she tries to act wrong&lt;br /&gt;when she knkows shes done right&lt;br /&gt;shes a teachers pet&lt;br /&gt;she turns off my light&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;she has no ideas &lt;br /&gt;she uses from others&lt;br /&gt;she acts like shes awsome&lt;br /&gt;i fell like running for cover&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;she has no style&lt;br /&gt;she makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;her voice is annoying&lt;br /&gt;id rather talk to a fence&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;i admit shes smart&lt;br /&gt;but i still dont believe&lt;br /&gt;that she does it for grades &lt;br /&gt;because she likes to sting like a bee&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;why is she here&lt;br /&gt;she ruins my day&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt fit with us&lt;br /&gt;she should jusst go away&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;even though it sounds&lt;br /&gt;like i might hate her&lt;br /&gt;shes the bestest friend&lt;br /&gt;i could ever ask for&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;i love her to death&lt;br /&gt;to her only i can be mean&lt;br /&gt;beacuse if you are&lt;br /&gt;youll see how mean i can be&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what id do without her&lt;br /&gt;shes a part of my soul&lt;br /&gt;shes the bestest friend&lt;br /&gt;i could ever ask for&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;i might leave her out&lt;br /&gt;i might leave her in&lt;br /&gt;well be best friends &lt;br /&gt;until the fin&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;she talks bad about me&lt;br /&gt;but im just the same&lt;br /&gt;we ight same them out loud&lt;br /&gt;but we dont do it for the fame&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;i know this might hurt her&lt;br /&gt;but im just as hurt&lt;br /&gt;because talking about your best friend&lt;br /&gt;makes your heart fell burnt&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;ill try my best&lt;br /&gt;to be he best i can be&lt;br /&gt;i wont be so jealous&lt;br /&gt;ill set the green monster free&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;all i want now&lt;br /&gt;is for her to know&lt;br /&gt;that im gonna try&lt;br /&gt;to be a best friend for sure&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;author:veronica garcia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;type:free verse&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-4277637080531207300?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/4277637080531207300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2995497736703896196&amp;postID=4277637080531207300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/4277637080531207300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/4277637080531207300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/2007/02/friends.html' title='&amp;hearts;my friends&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-2087241202504400803</id><published>2007-01-31T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:45:05.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Joan of Arc♥</title><content type='html'>The day was cold, &lt;br /&gt;Both armies bold, &lt;br /&gt;As hands grasped the ladders, &lt;br /&gt;Ramparts were scaled, &lt;br /&gt;Arrows were sailed, &lt;br /&gt;But the French climbed the Tourelles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Joan was hit in the shoulder, &lt;br /&gt;The French continued to grow bolder, &lt;br /&gt;Even slowly healing in a field, &lt;br /&gt;She raised a fiery French revolt, &lt;br /&gt;Just hit by a crossbow bolt, &lt;br /&gt;Armor glistening white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English got cold feet, &lt;br /&gt;And began a hasty retreat, &lt;br /&gt;As French crawled out of Orleans, &lt;br /&gt;Passing the cold river on boards, &lt;br /&gt;Attacking English with sharp swords, &lt;br /&gt;They set the Tourelles on fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Captain Sir Glasdale, &lt;br /&gt;Certainly looked very pale, &lt;br /&gt;When they found him drowned in the river, &lt;br /&gt;Sir Talbot ordered the English forts be left, &lt;br /&gt;To avoid anymore French fort theft, &lt;br /&gt;And so Orleans was freed. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:Pierce&lt;br /&gt;type:ballad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-2087241202504400803?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-1086530035936845789</id><published>2007-01-31T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:41:30.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥Requiescat♥♥</title><content type='html'>Strew on her roses, roses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never a spray of yew!&lt;br /&gt;In quiet she reposes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, would that I did tool&lt;br /&gt;Her mirth the world required; 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bathed it in smiles of glee.&lt;br /&gt;But her heart was tired, tired,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they let her be.&lt;br /&gt;Her life was turning, turning, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mazes of heat and sound. 10&lt;br /&gt;But for peace her soul was yearning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now peace laps her round.&lt;br /&gt;Her cabined, ample spirit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fluttered and failed for breath.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it doth inherit 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vasty hall of death.&lt;br /&gt;by:Matthew Arnold&lt;br /&gt;type:lyric(short)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-1086530035936845789?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1086530035936845789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2995497736703896196&amp;postID=1086530035936845789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/1086530035936845789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:veronica garcia&lt;br /&gt;type:epitath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-2757361330583824566?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/2757361330583824566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2995497736703896196&amp;postID=2757361330583824566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/2757361330583824566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/2757361330583824566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-lies-vero.html' title='&amp;hearts; here lies vero &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-3072345193095459033</id><published>2007-01-31T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:34:13.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥one to tango♥</title><content type='html'>I won't ask you why you're running and&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask you if you care&lt;br /&gt;But the subject's going to come up&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, and it might as well be&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay if you test me, without&lt;br /&gt;Having to test my limits, but&lt;br /&gt;I've never liked pop quizzes and&lt;br /&gt;It seems a little unfair.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to dance if&lt;br /&gt;You can't make me pretend that&lt;br /&gt;You love me, and you can't.&lt;br /&gt;So it's a weekend for nothing&lt;br /&gt;And here I am with my whole soul&lt;br /&gt;Bared to you, about you and&lt;br /&gt;I feel more naked than over spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll keep it quiet for your sake&lt;br /&gt;And couch my words in negations&lt;br /&gt;Of where they come from, and I would &lt;br /&gt;Deny my soul to tell the truth to you forever.&lt;br /&gt;by:katherine foreman&lt;br /&gt;type:free verse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-3072345193095459033?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/3072345193095459033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-1795059783292386524</id><published>2007-01-31T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:26:38.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥sonnet sucks!!!♥</title><content type='html'>Conducting a sonnet is very hard &lt;br /&gt;Complicated, strict, confusing cracks my brain &lt;br /&gt;Conducting a sonnet is very dumb &lt;br /&gt;So strict that kills everyone’s brain and pen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is sonnet? It cracks my brain &lt;br /&gt;I am sure that Shakespeare was a real nerd &lt;br /&gt;How the heck is it still in modern days? &lt;br /&gt;Why the heck didn’t they get rid of it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, why, when, where did Shakespeare made sonnet? &lt;br /&gt;He got it from out of washroom toilet! &lt;br /&gt;How, why, when, where did Shakespeare made sonnet? &lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that he was a nerd! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I know how dumb he was? I think so, &lt;br /&gt;Oh! Dumb enough to make the rule real strict! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:Ka'amtar Ishkar&lt;br /&gt;type:sonnet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-1795059783292386524?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/1795059783292386524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2995497736703896196&amp;postID=1795059783292386524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/1795059783292386524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/1795059783292386524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/2007/01/sucks.html' title='&amp;hearts;sonnet sucks!!!&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995497736703896196.post-8411366269539199588</id><published>2007-01-31T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:32:52.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥WHEN YOU♥</title><content type='html'>when you smile&lt;br /&gt;i can see&lt;br /&gt;how your mild&lt;br /&gt;and good to me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;when you talk&lt;br /&gt;i can hear&lt;br /&gt;an angels voice&lt;br /&gt;loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;i can feel&lt;br /&gt;that you can make&lt;br /&gt;our hearts seal&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995497736703896196-8411366269539199588?l=pinkkoala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/feeds/8411366269539199588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2995497736703896196&amp;postID=8411366269539199588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/8411366269539199588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995497736703896196/posts/default/8411366269539199588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkkoala.blogspot.com/2007/01/you.html' title='&amp;hearts;WHEN YOU&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>v3r0n!c@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08697484059059182867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/iloveu_92206/2132151.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
