<?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-2527930663852936218</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:46:18.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Life!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Varosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15822631258061376671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWtOOOSPraY/TQUNYrtmHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plsQb0iJMHA/S220/Hurt%2BHeart.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527930663852936218.post-2800062569290641048</id><published>2010-12-12T09:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:50:11.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outside the fiery circle of memory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The howling surf, the incessant years undone …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom's love will stay with me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And touch my life in precious ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The looks in her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Staring down at this infant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whom she would cherish, yet must teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To live and die alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now a man stands in its place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glowing with the confidence the years have curved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It could only take a mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To do whatever she has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The values she has taught,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The care she has given,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the wonderful love she has shown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have enriched my life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her love has touched my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In more ways than I can count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So may our love go on and on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A hundred thousand years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even in the glorious yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With its tints of tears and joys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still do feel that I am in debt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For she has given me more than I deserved!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2527930663852936218-2800062569290641048?l=kwara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/feeds/2800062569290641048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/2800062569290641048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/2800062569290641048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/mama.html' title='Mama!'/><author><name>Varosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15822631258061376671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWtOOOSPraY/TQUNYrtmHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plsQb0iJMHA/S220/Hurt%2BHeart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527930663852936218.post-2388002176744900709</id><published>2010-12-12T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:49:36.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desiderata</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What became of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all our dreams and plans;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How could you turn and walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As I watched our castles turn to sand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sound of laughter and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How happy I'd been, but was I really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At first, remember how you promised?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It would be soft and tender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A loving feeling to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you walk away from someone you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And take the road of friend;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you reroute the course you have taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And start over once again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't really want to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But inside me I know I must;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The times we've loved . . . the times you've left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart says stay . . . but it's my mind I must trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have shared so much together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet sometimes we can't turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We must walk away, and allow ourselves to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May life be gentle with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause by what you bestowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In our short time together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will last in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy now your long waited reward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feel peace that your love continues on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was taught to me, will be taught to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause you live on in me even after you've gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2527930663852936218-2388002176744900709?l=kwara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/feeds/2388002176744900709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/desiderata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/2388002176744900709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/2388002176744900709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/desiderata.html' title='Desiderata'/><author><name>Varosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15822631258061376671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWtOOOSPraY/TQUNYrtmHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plsQb0iJMHA/S220/Hurt%2BHeart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527930663852936218.post-7522001825958873584</id><published>2010-12-12T09:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:49:00.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Psalmist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who has woe? Who has sorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who has contentions? Who has complaints?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who has wounds without cause? Who has redness of eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those who linger long at the wine, those who go in search of mixed wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not look on the wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, when it swirls around smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the last it bites like a serpent, and stings like a viper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your eyes will see strange things. Your heart will utter perverse things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, you will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea, or like one who lies at the top of the mast, saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"They have struck me, but I was not hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"They have beaten me, but I did not feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When shall I awake, that I may seek another drink?'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2527930663852936218-7522001825958873584?l=kwara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/feeds/7522001825958873584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/psalmist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/7522001825958873584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/7522001825958873584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/psalmist.html' title='The Psalmist'/><author><name>Varosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15822631258061376671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWtOOOSPraY/TQUNYrtmHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plsQb0iJMHA/S220/Hurt%2BHeart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527930663852936218.post-9188344166727906875</id><published>2010-12-12T09:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:48:30.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For all the joys which thou hast deigned to share,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For all the pains which thou hast helped to bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For all our friends, in life and death the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We thank thee, Lord, and praise thy glorious name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If from thy paths, by chastening undismayed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If, for thy gifts ungrateful, we have strayed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If in thy house our prayers were faint and few,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgive, O Lord, and build our hearts anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we have learnt to feel our neighbour's need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To fight for truth in thought and word and deed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If these be lessons which the years have taught,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then stablish, Lord, what thou in us hast wrought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2527930663852936218-9188344166727906875?l=kwara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/feeds/9188344166727906875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-dear-country.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/9188344166727906875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/9188344166727906875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-dear-country.html' title='My Dear Country'/><author><name>Varosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15822631258061376671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWtOOOSPraY/TQUNYrtmHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plsQb0iJMHA/S220/Hurt%2BHeart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527930663852936218.post-1021234614906591293</id><published>2010-12-12T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:47:37.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Renaissance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you try your best but you don’t succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you feel so tired but you can’t sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you lose something you can’t replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you have no light to guide you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And no one to walk to walk beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the night is dark and stormy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You won’t have to reach out for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes when all your dreams may have seen better days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you don’t know how or why, but you’ve lost your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have no fear when your tears are fallin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will hear your spirit callin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I swear I’ll be there come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2527930663852936218-1021234614906591293?l=kwara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/feeds/1021234614906591293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/romantic-renaissance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/1021234614906591293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/1021234614906591293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/romantic-renaissance.html' title='Romantic Renaissance'/><author><name>Varosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15822631258061376671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWtOOOSPraY/TQUNYrtmHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plsQb0iJMHA/S220/Hurt%2BHeart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527930663852936218.post-2696443042229005671</id><published>2010-12-12T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:46:42.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strength of a Man</title><content type='html'>The strength of a man isn't in how many women he's loved.&lt;br /&gt;It's in whether he can be true to the ONE woman he's trying to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It's seen in the width of his arms that encircle and protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.&lt;br /&gt;It is in the gentle words he whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the words he speaks.&lt;br /&gt;It's in how he keeps his word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.&lt;br /&gt;It's in how tender he touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the burdens he can carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the hair on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;It's in his heart that lies within his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in how he makes love.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the understanding that there is more way to making love, than just making love for fun itself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2527930663852936218-2696443042229005671?l=kwara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/feeds/2696443042229005671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/strength-of-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/2696443042229005671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/2696443042229005671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/12/strength-of-man.html' title='The Strength of a Man'/><author><name>Varosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15822631258061376671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWtOOOSPraY/TQUNYrtmHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plsQb0iJMHA/S220/Hurt%2BHeart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527930663852936218.post-827921617414369800</id><published>2010-12-11T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T05:33:09.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would like to call you my wild horse and feed you silver sage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would like to paint my poems whit desert tongue clay across your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And ride you savagely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As the swift and western wind...through a green and wild Nyanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would like to make you my secret sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blazing dark and red in the orchids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I would steal away to watch the silver belly beams and bows beneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would make you my wings in the foothills of Ngong'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My lover in the oceans of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would cherish your kisses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And scatter them like sweet memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2527930663852936218-827921617414369800?l=kwara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWtOOOSPraY/TQUNYrtmHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plsQb0iJMHA/S220/Hurt%2BHeart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527930663852936218.post-7526350639034612431</id><published>2010-04-26T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:58:51.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes To The Milkman - A collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="margin: 10px 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"My  daughter says she wants a milkshake. Do you do it before you deliver or  do I have to shake the bottle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please send me a form for cheap milk, for I have a baby two  months old and did not know about it until a neighbour told me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Milk  is needed for the baby. Father is unable to supply it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From  now on please leave two pints every other day and one pint on the days  in between, except Wednesdays and Saturdays when I don't want any milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My  back door is open. Please put milk in 'fridge, get money out of cup in  drawer and leave change on kitchen table , because we want to play bingo  tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please leave no milk today. When I say today, I mean  tomorrow, for I wrote this note yesterday...or is it today ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When  you come with the milk please put the coal on the boiler, let dog out  and put newspaper inside the screen door. PS. Don't leave any milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No  milk. Please do not leave milk at No. 14 either as he is dead until  further notice."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2527930663852936218-7526350639034612431?l=kwara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/feeds/7526350639034612431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/04/notes-to-milkman-collection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/7526350639034612431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2527930663852936218/posts/default/7526350639034612431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwara.blogspot.com/2010/04/notes-to-milkman-collection.html' title='Notes To The Milkman - A collection'/><author><name>Varosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15822631258061376671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWtOOOSPraY/TQUNYrtmHYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plsQb0iJMHA/S220/Hurt%2BHeart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
