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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>Donna's Inspirations</title><link>http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-EU</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>Donna's Inspirations</title><link>http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/7a/b026541aaaf9adb54236207f4198e4_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>A Gift</title><link>http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/a-gift-4441955/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:donnainspires.blog.co.uk,2008-07-13:/2008/07/13/a-gift-4441955/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 14:26:35 +0200</pubDate><description>	&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;</description><comments>http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/a-gift-4441955/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Second</title><link>http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/second-4441537/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:donnainspires.blog.co.uk,2008-07-13:/2008/07/13/second-4441537/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 12:43:15 +0200</pubDate><description>	&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;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/second-4441537/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/second-4441537/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Sometimes</title><link>http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/sometimes-4441514/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:donnainspires.blog.co.uk,2008-07-13:/2008/07/13/sometimes-4441514/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 12:37:39 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I’m high, sometimes I’m so low&lt;br&gt;
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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