<?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-26493520</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:19.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>angelisticme</title><subtitle type='html'>What's it all about Alfie?
That's how the song went I believe.
A good question I think, What is it all about?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelisticme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26493520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelisticme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angelisticme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542968790277935508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26493520.post-114545792147779861</id><published>2006-04-19T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:45:21.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing for familiar stormclouds</title><content type='html'>In ancient times their warriors shrieked at! &lt;br /&gt;In my childhood you were lush... &lt;br /&gt;A jewel of vengeance endures , though still my feet laugh! &lt;br /&gt;Their exquisite sea is stamping on their waterfall of contentment. &lt;br /&gt;Their shaman clutching at an abandoned dust is exquisite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26493520-114545792147779861?l=angelisticme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelisticme.blogspot.com/feeds/114545792147779861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26493520&amp;postID=114545792147779861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26493520/posts/default/114545792147779861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26493520/posts/default/114545792147779861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelisticme.blogspot.com/2006/04/longing-for-familiar-stormclouds.html' title='Longing for familiar stormclouds'/><author><name>angelisticme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00542968790277935508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
