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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:donnainspires.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>Donna's Inspirations</title><link rel="self" href="http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T06:10:58+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:donnainspires.blog.co.uk,2008-07-13:/2008/07/13/a-gift-4441955/</id><title>A Gift</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/a-gift-4441955/"/><author><name>Donna01</name></author><published>2008-07-13T14:26:35+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:26:35+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;If you want to give me a gift, give me love.&lt;br&gt;
The kind that is wrapped delicately with petals of your soul,&lt;br&gt;
The kind that is decorated with every bone in your body,&lt;br&gt;
The kind that is delivered from the very depth of your being,&lt;br&gt;
For a gift that can be touched with a hand, does not compare to the one that is touched by the heart.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/a-gift-4441955/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:donnainspires.blog.co.uk,2008-07-13:/2008/07/13/second-4441537/</id><title>Second</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/second-4441537/"/><author><name>Donna01</name></author><published>2008-07-13T12:43:15+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:43:15+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Without the ‘second’ the roundness of the clock wouldn’t matter.&lt;br&gt;
There would be no direction, time without comprehension.&lt;br&gt;
The hour would lose its track, the day would lose its identity,&lt;br&gt;
And the months and years would remain confused.&lt;br&gt;
The value of the ‘second’ may sound worthless,&lt;br&gt;
But without its small presence, bigger things would not exist.&lt;/p&gt;
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Sometimes I say bye, before I say hello&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I’m wild, sometimes I’m mellow&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I wear red, sometimes I wear yellow&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I go to bed at 9 with my pillow&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I cuddle up all night next to my fellow&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I sing out of tune to the sound of the cello&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I have cream with my orange jello&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I don’t know the answers, sometimes I do know&lt;br&gt;
But I always love you, even though I only sometimes show.&lt;/p&gt;
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