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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:geo="http://www.w3.org/2003/01/geo/wgs84_pos#" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ERXw_cSp7ImA9WhRaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013</id><updated>2012-02-13T19:06:44.249-08:00</updated><title>Rebecca Hessey's Poems</title><subtitle type="html">Poems I wrote during my teens and twenties</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HesseysPoems" /><feedburner:info uri="hesseyspoems" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><geo:lat>33.943615</geo:lat><geo:long>-117.372392</geo:long><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ERXw-cCp7ImA9WhRaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-5616461017284054812</id><published>2012-02-13T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T19:06:44.258-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T19:06:44.258-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">May I&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, please may I&lt;br /&gt;
Be your bride today&lt;br /&gt;
Surely I&lt;br /&gt;
Oh yes, surely I&lt;br /&gt;
Will mend your shirt today&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pop goes the weasel&lt;br /&gt;
He's such a teasel&lt;br /&gt;
And a very naughty boy&lt;br /&gt;
He got in so much trouble&lt;br /&gt;
He suddenly became a bubble&lt;br /&gt;
And a child's (little) toy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why are people&lt;br /&gt;
So cruel?&lt;br /&gt;
I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;
Why&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something&lt;br /&gt;
They don't like?&lt;br /&gt;
Is it something&lt;br /&gt;
That someone did?&lt;br /&gt;
Please help me&lt;br /&gt;
Understand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here I am&lt;br /&gt;
There you are&lt;br /&gt;
Our minds are&lt;br /&gt;
Straying too far&lt;br /&gt;
You say I'm jealous&lt;br /&gt;
I say you cheat&lt;br /&gt;
We both want&lt;br /&gt;
Each other to defeat&lt;br /&gt;
We fight&lt;br /&gt;
You hit&lt;br /&gt;
I say we've&lt;br /&gt;
Fallen in a pit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-5616461017284054812?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/FKsedh18fWk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5616461017284054812/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2012/02/may-i-oh-please-may-i-be-your-bride.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/5616461017284054812?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/5616461017284054812?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/FKsedh18fWk/may-i-oh-please-may-i-be-your-bride.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Riverside, CA 92506, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.9415653 -117.3733989</georss:point><georss:box>33.8888733 -117.4523629 33.9942573 -117.2944349</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2012/02/may-i-oh-please-may-i-be-your-bride.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMQHsyfip7ImA9WhRUGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-2449966339509486461</id><published>2012-01-29T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:58:01.596-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T13:58:01.596-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">My eyes are red&lt;br /&gt;
They start to swell&lt;br /&gt;
They're huge enough&lt;br /&gt;
So I can't see&lt;br /&gt;
I start to dream&lt;br /&gt;
I see puppies dancing&lt;br /&gt;
Kittens barking&lt;br /&gt;
Pink horses&lt;br /&gt;
Brown elephants&lt;br /&gt;
The alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;
And I have to get up&lt;br /&gt;
For another day&lt;br /&gt;
Of school&lt;br /&gt;
The hours pass on&lt;br /&gt;
And my stomach&lt;br /&gt;
Tells me, Feed me!&lt;br /&gt;
I say be quiet and&lt;br /&gt;
Go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I could do&lt;br /&gt;
The same&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When there's joy&lt;br /&gt;
There's happiness&lt;br /&gt;
It's in the air&lt;br /&gt;
Grab it&lt;br /&gt;
Put it in your&lt;br /&gt;
Soul&lt;br /&gt;
You will never&lt;br /&gt;
Be desolate of'&lt;br /&gt;
This wonderful&lt;br /&gt;
Thing&lt;br /&gt;
Pass it around&lt;br /&gt;
To your friends&lt;br /&gt;
Your family&lt;br /&gt;
You will see&lt;br /&gt;
How happy you&lt;br /&gt;
Can always&lt;br /&gt;
Be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-2449966339509486461?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/YJ5876ppJLE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2449966339509486461/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-eyes-are-red-they-start-to-swell.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/2449966339509486461?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/2449966339509486461?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/YJ5876ppJLE/my-eyes-are-red-they-start-to-swell.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename> Riverside, CA 92506, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.9415653 -117.3733989</georss:point><georss:box>33.8888733 -117.4523629 33.9942573 -117.2944349</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-eyes-are-red-they-start-to-swell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHR3Y5eSp7ImA9WhRUEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-6953501220215718524</id><published>2012-01-19T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T16:27:16.821-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T16:27:16.821-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Why is life hard&lt;br /&gt;
Why is life contentious&lt;br /&gt;
Why does everyone&lt;br /&gt;
Have to be pretentious&lt;br /&gt;
In my heart I know&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know who&lt;br /&gt;
Else does&lt;br /&gt;
There are so few&lt;br /&gt;
We come and go&lt;br /&gt;
Never finding&lt;br /&gt;
Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;
I could be asking&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Take me away&lt;br /&gt;
Take me away&lt;br /&gt;
From this state of mind&lt;br /&gt;
Where can I go&lt;br /&gt;
To get away from&lt;br /&gt;
This state of mind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seems like&lt;br /&gt;
You have&lt;br /&gt;
Gone and&lt;br /&gt;
Left me&lt;br /&gt;
Never to&lt;br /&gt;
Be seen&lt;br /&gt;
Again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was a girl&lt;br /&gt;
She didn't know&lt;br /&gt;
Who to pick&lt;br /&gt;
So one day&lt;br /&gt;
She picked Rick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-6953501220215718524?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/QRcxMAdYZSY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6953501220215718524/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-is-life-hard-why-is-life.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/6953501220215718524?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/6953501220215718524?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/QRcxMAdYZSY/why-is-life-hard-why-is-life.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Riverside, CA 92506, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.9415653 -117.3733989</georss:point><georss:box>33.8888733 -117.4523629 33.9942573 -117.2944349</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-is-life-hard-why-is-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUFR389eyp7ImA9WhRVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-8857769860998191890</id><published>2012-01-11T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:26:56.163-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T13:26:56.163-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;
We speak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guys&lt;br /&gt;
"R"&lt;br /&gt;
Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
But "R"&lt;br /&gt;
Not "4"&lt;br /&gt;
Me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love is&lt;br /&gt;
Never where&lt;br /&gt;
It ought to&lt;br /&gt;
Be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are we to do?&lt;br /&gt;
What are we to do?&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know about you&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going to listen&lt;br /&gt;
To the breezes of&lt;br /&gt;
The wind&lt;br /&gt;
The rush of the&lt;br /&gt;
Ocean&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We go walking&lt;br /&gt;
When the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;
Your hair flaps&lt;br /&gt;
I close my jacket&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to get warm&lt;br /&gt;
You see me struggle&lt;br /&gt;
With what?&lt;br /&gt;
My life or jacket?&lt;br /&gt;
We go walking&lt;br /&gt;
When the wind blows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-8857769860998191890?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/BGnult_JWIc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8857769860998191890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2012/01/heart-to-heart-we-speak-guys-r.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/8857769860998191890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/8857769860998191890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/BGnult_JWIc/heart-to-heart-we-speak-guys-r.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2012/01/heart-to-heart-we-speak-guys-r.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDQn85eCp7ImA9WhRWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-1669760709855686325</id><published>2011-12-27T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:27:53.120-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T18:27:53.120-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Voices rendered&lt;br /&gt;
Headache&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once had you to lean on&lt;br /&gt;
And now you are gone&lt;br /&gt;
What am I to do&lt;br /&gt;
Now that I miss you&lt;br /&gt;
I had a problem&lt;br /&gt;
You came to me&lt;br /&gt;
I tore you apart&lt;br /&gt;
And now you are gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A woman is sitting&lt;br /&gt;
By her door waiting&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;
Who took her heart&lt;br /&gt;
And loved her all&lt;br /&gt;
Through the years&lt;br /&gt;
Of their marriage&lt;br /&gt;
She will see him soon&lt;br /&gt;
Sooner than she&lt;br /&gt;
Thinks; Knows&lt;br /&gt;
They will be&lt;br /&gt;
Together again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm lost in a world&lt;br /&gt;
All of my own&lt;br /&gt;
No one can understand&lt;br /&gt;
No one can be confused&lt;br /&gt;
I'm trapped in a world&lt;br /&gt;
All of my own&lt;br /&gt;
No one can enter&lt;br /&gt;
No one can leave&lt;br /&gt;
I'm caught&lt;br /&gt;
I'm surrounded&lt;br /&gt;
By people who&lt;br /&gt;
Don't know what's&lt;br /&gt;
Going on in&lt;br /&gt;
My mind&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like killing myself&lt;br /&gt;
There's only one thing&lt;br /&gt;
Holding me back&lt;br /&gt;
The Celestial&lt;br /&gt;
Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-1669760709855686325?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/nl2nuWr3hSc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1669760709855686325/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/12/voices-rendered-headache-i-once-had-you.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/1669760709855686325?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/1669760709855686325?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/nl2nuWr3hSc/voices-rendered-headache-i-once-had-you.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename> Riverside, CA 92506, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.9415653 -117.3733989</georss:point><georss:box>33.8888733 -117.4523629 33.9942573 -117.2944349</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/12/voices-rendered-headache-i-once-had-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MGQ304cCp7ImA9WhRQFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-4947793398738559723</id><published>2011-12-11T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:50:22.338-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-11T20:50:22.338-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
There was a man&lt;br /&gt;
This man had a shoe&lt;br /&gt;
The shoe had a hand&lt;br /&gt;
The hand held mine&lt;br /&gt;
Mine held yours&lt;br /&gt;
Yours held the mans&lt;br /&gt;
Now it's Saturn's turn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;
Not with me&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you could see&lt;br /&gt;
All I've gone through&lt;br /&gt;
What is love anyway?&lt;br /&gt;
It's just a word you wanted&lt;br /&gt;
Me to say&lt;br /&gt;
My heart broke that day&lt;br /&gt;
I have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I see your light shine&lt;br /&gt;
I see your face glow&lt;br /&gt;
There's something about you&lt;br /&gt;
I want to know&lt;br /&gt;
You have a smile&lt;br /&gt;
That brightens your face&lt;br /&gt;
You can see it&lt;br /&gt;
In every place&lt;br /&gt;
You say it's from&lt;br /&gt;
The gospel you teach&lt;br /&gt;
You tell everyone&lt;br /&gt;
Who is within reach&lt;br /&gt;
There's the baptism&lt;br /&gt;
And conversion&lt;br /&gt;
But first of all&lt;br /&gt;
There are the discussions&lt;br /&gt;
Now I have the glow on my face&lt;br /&gt;
You can see in every place&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-4947793398738559723?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/KyKLy-_2GeQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4947793398738559723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-was-man-this-man-had-shoe-shoe.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/4947793398738559723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/4947793398738559723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/KyKLy-_2GeQ/there-was-man-this-man-had-shoe-shoe.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Riverside, CA 92506, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.9415653 -117.3733989</georss:point><georss:box>33.8888733 -117.4523629 33.9942573 -117.2944349</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-was-man-this-man-had-shoe-shoe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ECRHg9cSp7ImA9WhRRFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-8836635192323141325</id><published>2011-11-29T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:01:05.669-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-29T20:01:05.669-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">My eyes&lt;br /&gt;
See you&lt;br /&gt;
In her&lt;br /&gt;
Arms&lt;br /&gt;
You don't&lt;br /&gt;
Know how&lt;br /&gt;
Much that&lt;br /&gt;
Hurts&lt;br /&gt;
I could&lt;br /&gt;
Crawl into&lt;br /&gt;
My skin and&lt;br /&gt;
Hide&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I walk down the&lt;br /&gt;
Beach&lt;br /&gt;
I feel the sand&lt;br /&gt;
Beneath&lt;br /&gt;
It feels good to&lt;br /&gt;
Escape&lt;br /&gt;
If only for a little&lt;br /&gt;
While&lt;br /&gt;
I see long time&lt;br /&gt;
Friends&lt;br /&gt;
I see long time&lt;br /&gt;
Relatives&lt;br /&gt;
They start to fade&lt;br /&gt;
Away&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm brought back&lt;br /&gt;
To reality&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What&lt;br /&gt;
Can&lt;br /&gt;
We&lt;br /&gt;
Do&lt;br /&gt;
To&lt;br /&gt;
Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;
This&lt;br /&gt;
Night&lt;br /&gt;
Of&lt;br /&gt;
Our&lt;br /&gt;
Youth&lt;br /&gt;
Under&lt;br /&gt;
The&lt;br /&gt;
Stars?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-8836635192323141325?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/mKYxvBrAB60" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8836635192323141325/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-eyes-see-you-in-her-arms-you-dont.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/8836635192323141325?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/8836635192323141325?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/mKYxvBrAB60/my-eyes-see-you-in-her-arms-you-dont.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Riverside, CA 92506, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.9415653 -117.3733989</georss:point><georss:box>33.8888733 -117.4523629 33.9942573 -117.2944349</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-eyes-see-you-in-her-arms-you-dont.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCRHs4fip7ImA9WhRSEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-632380313373658016</id><published>2011-11-12T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T15:07:45.536-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T15:07:45.536-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I'm sitting next&lt;br /&gt;
To you&lt;br /&gt;
You are sitting&lt;br /&gt;
Next to me&lt;br /&gt;
In a room&lt;br /&gt;
Full of people&lt;br /&gt;
All of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;
They are gone&lt;br /&gt;
You face me&lt;br /&gt;
I face you&lt;br /&gt;
What are we&lt;br /&gt;
To do?&lt;br /&gt;
Then out of&lt;br /&gt;
Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;
I scream&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My life&lt;br /&gt;
What's it for&lt;br /&gt;
What am I to do&lt;br /&gt;
I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;
About everything&lt;br /&gt;
There's no confidence&lt;br /&gt;
There's no esteem&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I have&lt;br /&gt;
To be like this&lt;br /&gt;
Why can't I&lt;br /&gt;
Do anything&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I scared&lt;br /&gt;
I need a push, but&lt;br /&gt;
I push it away&lt;br /&gt;
I don't have&lt;br /&gt;
A life&lt;br /&gt;
I feel I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;
This doesn't make&lt;br /&gt;
Any sense&lt;br /&gt;
Should it&lt;br /&gt;
Why should I care&lt;br /&gt;
Why care&lt;br /&gt;
About anything&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can't fall&lt;br /&gt;
In love with&lt;br /&gt;
You&lt;br /&gt;
You know the&lt;br /&gt;
Reason for&lt;br /&gt;
That&lt;br /&gt;
People would&lt;br /&gt;
Talk&lt;br /&gt;
Your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;
Would beat&lt;br /&gt;
Me to a&lt;br /&gt;
Pulp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-632380313373658016?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/6rQwepnh6Kw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/632380313373658016/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-sitting-next-to-you-you-are-sitting.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/632380313373658016?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/632380313373658016?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/6rQwepnh6Kw/im-sitting-next-to-you-you-are-sitting.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-sitting-next-to-you-you-are-sitting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04FSHs_fyp7ImA9WhRTEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-2109278278952648302</id><published>2011-10-31T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:18:39.547-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T14:18:39.547-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Do you love me&lt;br /&gt;
Are you true&lt;br /&gt;
Do you cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;
When I'm blue&lt;br /&gt;
Are you a friend&lt;br /&gt;
Do you ignore me&lt;br /&gt;
Do you say "Hi" to me&lt;br /&gt;
And not throw me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;
Do you love me&lt;br /&gt;
(Or) Will you leave&lt;br /&gt;
And tell your friends&lt;br /&gt;
I'm your pet peeve&lt;br /&gt;
Am I your sister&lt;br /&gt;
Do you comfort me&lt;br /&gt;
No, you just say,&lt;br /&gt;
"Let her be"&lt;br /&gt;
I'm ending my (mental) life&lt;br /&gt;
Right here and now&lt;br /&gt;
Because you always say&lt;br /&gt;
"You look like a cow"&lt;br /&gt;
So here's my farewell&lt;br /&gt;
To you and friends&lt;br /&gt;
So I guess this is&lt;br /&gt;
My life to end&lt;br /&gt;
(So) Please be kind to me&lt;br /&gt;
And save me from dying&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We were separated&lt;br /&gt;
Now we're together&lt;br /&gt;
Forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My name&lt;br /&gt;
Your name&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone's name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-2109278278952648302?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/GddWBLcO8EM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2109278278952648302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-love-me-are-you-true-do-you.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/2109278278952648302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/2109278278952648302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/GddWBLcO8EM/do-you-love-me-are-you-true-do-you.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-love-me-are-you-true-do-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGRH08eyp7ImA9WhdbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-3125948371562336527</id><published>2011-10-18T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:53:45.373-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-18T13:53:45.373-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Your fingers touched mine&lt;br /&gt;
As we danced&lt;br /&gt;
We talked for a while&lt;br /&gt;
I think I saw you smile&lt;br /&gt;
My head went in a whirl&lt;br /&gt;
Do you see me as&lt;br /&gt;
A pretty girl?&lt;br /&gt;
My hands were sweaty (I hope you didn't mind)&lt;br /&gt;
I want you for my teddy (bear)&lt;br /&gt;
The song came to a close&lt;br /&gt;
Only heaven knows what&lt;br /&gt;
The future holds&lt;br /&gt;
As you said my name it was as if&lt;br /&gt;
No one was around; I didn't want&lt;br /&gt;
To come back to&lt;br /&gt;
The ground&lt;br /&gt;
For joy my heart leaped&lt;br /&gt;
My bones, they went weak&lt;br /&gt;
I wish for you&lt;br /&gt;
My heart to keep&lt;br /&gt;
Please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She couldn't stand&lt;br /&gt;
To lose him&lt;br /&gt;
So she agreed&lt;br /&gt;
For he knew&lt;br /&gt;
He was what&lt;br /&gt;
She needs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Will I dance&lt;br /&gt;
This lonely&lt;br /&gt;
My whole life&lt;br /&gt;
Through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-3125948371562336527?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/q24oI1NQLCU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3125948371562336527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-fingers-touched-mine-as-we-danced.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/3125948371562336527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/3125948371562336527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/q24oI1NQLCU/your-fingers-touched-mine-as-we-danced.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-fingers-touched-mine-as-we-danced.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHRHg8fCp7ImA9WhdUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-2372941580316303993</id><published>2011-10-04T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:10:35.674-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T20:10:35.674-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">For once in my life&lt;div&gt;
Let me get what I want&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I love you so dear&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
You probably wouldn't want me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
You probably don't care&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I want you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
You've broken my heart&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Once, twice, or more&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I can't keep on counting&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I need to know&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
What your feelings are&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Should we go for it or no&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Do you love me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Do you care&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I need you so much&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I wish I knew&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Should I try&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Tell me what to do&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I can't live&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Without you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
We looked at each other&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Not knowing what&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
To do&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He knew she knew&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
She wished it wasn't&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
You&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
They came so far&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
From opposite worlds&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
She was due&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
He decided to leave&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Though it's him&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
She needs&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I like you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
You like me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
We are as&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Happy as can&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I get scared&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Thinking&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Something could happen&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Between us&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-2372941580316303993?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/Lt-SwccQ2_s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2372941580316303993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-once-in-my-life-let-me-get-what-i.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/2372941580316303993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/2372941580316303993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/Lt-SwccQ2_s/for-once-in-my-life-let-me-get-what-i.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename> Riverside, CA 92506, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.9533487 -117.3961564</georss:point><georss:box>33.847979699999996 -117.55408489999999 34.0587177 -117.2382279</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-once-in-my-life-let-me-get-what-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IBRX85eSp7ImA9WhdVFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-8901395444481569656</id><published>2011-09-20T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:05:54.121-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-20T22:05:54.121-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">For once, just once&lt;br /&gt;
Let me say what I want&lt;br /&gt;
I hurt when you leave&lt;br /&gt;
But it's you that I need&lt;br /&gt;
I need to know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;
Should I go&lt;br /&gt;
Should I stay&lt;br /&gt;
Do you want me&lt;br /&gt;
Or out of your way&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I here&lt;br /&gt;
I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;
There's no love&lt;br /&gt;
There's no caring&lt;br /&gt;
On my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;
It's you that I'm bearing&lt;br /&gt;
It's time to go&lt;br /&gt;
I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;
Have a very happy&lt;br /&gt;
Happy day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hope someone&lt;br /&gt;
Will save&lt;br /&gt;
My day&lt;br /&gt;
And show&lt;br /&gt;
Me the&lt;br /&gt;
Way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a mirror&lt;br /&gt;
I see myself&lt;br /&gt;
I'm tall&lt;br /&gt;
That day on the&lt;br /&gt;
Beach with him&lt;br /&gt;
Is all I recall&lt;br /&gt;
We were splendid&lt;br /&gt;
Had time on our side&lt;br /&gt;
Then one day&lt;br /&gt;
Our relationship died&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know&lt;br /&gt;
What happened&lt;br /&gt;
Why he changed his mind&lt;br /&gt;
I do know that&lt;br /&gt;
All day and night&lt;br /&gt;
I cried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-8901395444481569656?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/4d6JeK58EVU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8901395444481569656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-once-just-once-let-me-say-what-i.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/8901395444481569656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/8901395444481569656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/4d6JeK58EVU/for-once-just-once-let-me-say-what-i.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-once-just-once-let-me-say-what-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQMSHw8eip7ImA9WhdWF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-1668977048579329608</id><published>2011-09-11T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:36:29.272-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-11T13:36:29.272-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Why'd you go&lt;br /&gt;
Why'd you leave&lt;br /&gt;
I need you&lt;br /&gt;
I need to be&lt;br /&gt;
Loved&lt;br /&gt;
You were my life&lt;br /&gt;
My every thing&lt;br /&gt;
I'm nothing now&lt;br /&gt;
Why&lt;br /&gt;
I cry lakes&lt;br /&gt;
Streams&lt;br /&gt;
Oceans&lt;br /&gt;
Rivers&lt;br /&gt;
My heart's in pieces&lt;br /&gt;
Pieces&lt;br /&gt;
Over the floor&lt;br /&gt;
Earth&lt;br /&gt;
All of my life&lt;br /&gt;
I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;
You came&lt;br /&gt;
You left when I&lt;br /&gt;
Needed&lt;br /&gt;
You&lt;br /&gt;
Most&lt;br /&gt;
Why why why&lt;br /&gt;
How am I to&lt;br /&gt;
Live&lt;br /&gt;
Without you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My last wish&lt;br /&gt;
Would be&lt;br /&gt;
For someone&lt;br /&gt;
To truly&lt;br /&gt;
Love me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Familiar means knowing&lt;br /&gt;
Do I know you&lt;br /&gt;
You've been gone too long&lt;br /&gt;
Don't seem familiar&lt;br /&gt;
To me&lt;br /&gt;
Shake my memory&lt;br /&gt;
Til I hurt&lt;br /&gt;
I need a band-aid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-1668977048579329608?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/9nkSaFArW90" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1668977048579329608/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/09/whyd-you-go-whyd-you-leave-i-need-you-i.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/1668977048579329608?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/1668977048579329608?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/9nkSaFArW90/whyd-you-go-whyd-you-leave-i-need-you-i.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Riverside, CA 92506, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.9415653 -117.3733989</georss:point><georss:box>33.8888918 -117.4523629 33.9942388 -117.2944349</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/09/whyd-you-go-whyd-you-leave-i-need-you-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMBR3k4fip7ImA9WhdXFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-5042929493932301939</id><published>2011-08-26T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:20:56.736-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-26T22:20:56.736-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">This sure is a confusing life&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know&lt;br /&gt;
What's&lt;br /&gt;
My own way&lt;br /&gt;
I try to be myself&lt;br /&gt;
But it just doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;
When I do try&lt;br /&gt;
People might&lt;br /&gt;
Think I'm a dork&lt;br /&gt;
I am always too shy&lt;br /&gt;
I am always too quiet&lt;br /&gt;
I always think that&lt;br /&gt;
Inside&lt;br /&gt;
There is always a fight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two strangers&lt;br /&gt;
In a room&lt;br /&gt;
They can't&lt;br /&gt;
Know what's&lt;br /&gt;
To happen&lt;br /&gt;
They stare&lt;br /&gt;
At each&lt;br /&gt;
Other waiting&lt;br /&gt;
For someone&lt;br /&gt;
To move&lt;br /&gt;
He does&lt;br /&gt;
She starts&lt;br /&gt;
To shake&lt;br /&gt;
They meet&lt;br /&gt;
And kiss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm face to face&lt;br /&gt;
With your face&lt;br /&gt;
I see the twinkle&lt;br /&gt;
In your eye&lt;br /&gt;
The smirk on your&lt;br /&gt;
Lovely lips&lt;br /&gt;
What do you&lt;br /&gt;
See on mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-5042929493932301939?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/QScc4cnjRss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5042929493932301939/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-sure-is-confusing-life-i-dont-know.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/5042929493932301939?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/5042929493932301939?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/QScc4cnjRss/this-sure-is-confusing-life-i-dont-know.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-sure-is-confusing-life-i-dont-know.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUASH44fyp7ImA9WhdQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-6234681140651901323</id><published>2011-08-12T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:27:29.037-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-12T12:27:29.037-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">You were there&lt;br /&gt;
I was there&lt;br /&gt;
Too&lt;br /&gt;
Everybody parted&lt;br /&gt;
Us&lt;br /&gt;
It sounded&lt;br /&gt;
Like a &lt;br /&gt;
Zoo&lt;br /&gt;
Do you know&lt;br /&gt;
About me&lt;br /&gt;
I know&lt;br /&gt;
About you&lt;br /&gt;
Let's find&lt;br /&gt;
Out about&lt;br /&gt;
Each other&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Empty&lt;br /&gt;
Space&lt;br /&gt;
Vacant&lt;br /&gt;
Blank&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Will you marry me&lt;br /&gt;
I will marry you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Find me&lt;br /&gt;
Find me in your heart&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;
Longing for you&lt;br /&gt;
To come to the&lt;br /&gt;
Reality we belong&lt;br /&gt;
Find me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-6234681140651901323?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/yywR_-du13E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6234681140651901323/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-were-there-i-was-there-too.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/6234681140651901323?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/6234681140651901323?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/yywR_-du13E/you-were-there-i-was-there-too.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-were-there-i-was-there-too.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEMQ38-cCp7ImA9WhdSFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-6070623345807377306</id><published>2011-07-25T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:11:22.158-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-25T13:11:22.158-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">To get my life in order&lt;br /&gt;
I need help&lt;br /&gt;
What am I to do&lt;br /&gt;
When there's no&lt;br /&gt;
Answers -- Are there&lt;br /&gt;
Where do I look&lt;br /&gt;
Where do I seek&lt;br /&gt;
To get my life in order&lt;br /&gt;
I need your help&lt;br /&gt;
I need some help&lt;br /&gt;
I need&lt;br /&gt;
Help&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To my fellow people&lt;br /&gt;
I would like to address&lt;br /&gt;
My feelings&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know how to&lt;br /&gt;
Express my feelings to people&lt;br /&gt;
Because&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know what they&lt;br /&gt;
Would think about me&lt;br /&gt;
That&lt;br /&gt;
Is why I'm so quiet&lt;br /&gt;
And everything else you see&lt;br /&gt;
It's&lt;br /&gt;
Hard for me to say&lt;br /&gt;
"I love you" because it&lt;br /&gt;
Makes&lt;br /&gt;
Me feel out of position&lt;br /&gt;
If I make you feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like I don't like you&lt;br /&gt;
I'm&lt;br /&gt;
Really sorry, it's just&lt;br /&gt;
That I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;
To Express my feelings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-6070623345807377306?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/kxYiWVBtifQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6070623345807377306/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-get-my-life-in-order-i-need-help.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/6070623345807377306?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/6070623345807377306?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/kxYiWVBtifQ/to-get-my-life-in-order-i-need-help.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-get-my-life-in-order-i-need-help.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBQ3w7cSp7ImA9WhZaGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-516186760886331403</id><published>2011-07-05T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:15:52.209-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-05T12:15:52.209-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Who wants love&lt;br /&gt;
Who needs love&lt;br /&gt;
What is love&lt;br /&gt;
What does it represent&lt;br /&gt;
Do you have love&lt;br /&gt;
Do I have love&lt;br /&gt;
I don't have love&lt;br /&gt;
No one wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;
Love -- What is it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to get out of this jail&lt;br /&gt;
I want to get up and move&lt;br /&gt;
I want to leave here right now&lt;br /&gt;
Because&lt;br /&gt;
I can't find anything called love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart&lt;br /&gt;
Putters when&lt;br /&gt;
I think of you&lt;br /&gt;
I think of us together&lt;br /&gt;
Is it all in vain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You were there&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at me&lt;br /&gt;
Did you see inside&lt;br /&gt;
My mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-516186760886331403?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/AErTMu32xNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/516186760886331403/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-wants-love-who-needs-love-what-is.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/516186760886331403?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/516186760886331403?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/AErTMu32xNY/who-wants-love-who-needs-love-what-is.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-wants-love-who-needs-love-what-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUASX89fip7ImA9WhZUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-4546220663346888652</id><published>2011-06-09T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:44:08.166-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-09T13:44:08.166-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I wish it would rain&lt;br /&gt;
Rain on me&lt;br /&gt;
To cover my tears&lt;br /&gt;
The tears you created&lt;br /&gt;
We used to have&lt;br /&gt;
Fun&lt;br /&gt;
Used to&lt;br /&gt;
Now it's bitter&lt;br /&gt;
Cold Dry&lt;br /&gt;
You left&lt;br /&gt;
Left me&lt;br /&gt;
To cry for the world&lt;br /&gt;
I have no heart&lt;br /&gt;
You tore it out&lt;br /&gt;
Smashed&lt;br /&gt;
Trashed&lt;br /&gt;
Crushed&lt;br /&gt;
My brittle heart&lt;br /&gt;
To pieces&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are there standing&lt;br /&gt;
By your self&lt;br /&gt;
I feel an urge&lt;br /&gt;
To ask you&lt;br /&gt;
To dance&lt;br /&gt;
My feet won't move&lt;br /&gt;
Song is over&lt;br /&gt;
I hate&lt;br /&gt;
Myself&lt;br /&gt;
Can I ask&lt;br /&gt;
Will you say&lt;br /&gt;
Yes&lt;br /&gt;
In my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
We are&lt;br /&gt;
Together&lt;br /&gt;
We laugh, have&lt;br /&gt;
Fun together&lt;br /&gt;
I wake and&lt;br /&gt;
Wish it will&lt;br /&gt;
Happen&lt;br /&gt;
Can I ask&lt;br /&gt;
Will you say&lt;br /&gt;
Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-4546220663346888652?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/UPW-2xIfXmY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4546220663346888652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wish-it-would-rain-rain-on-me-to.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/4546220663346888652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/4546220663346888652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/UPW-2xIfXmY/i-wish-it-would-rain-rain-on-me-to.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wish-it-would-rain-rain-on-me-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08ASHc4cCp7ImA9WhZVFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-8524280254611075575</id><published>2011-05-26T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:17:29.938-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-26T21:17:29.938-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I am a liahona&lt;br /&gt;
I direct you&lt;br /&gt;
To the Light&lt;br /&gt;
It's up to me&lt;br /&gt;
To stay on&lt;br /&gt;
The right path&lt;br /&gt;
If not, your&lt;br /&gt;
Exaltation may&lt;br /&gt;
Not come to pass&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going through life&lt;br /&gt;
With a blindfold&lt;br /&gt;
It seems&lt;br /&gt;
That I can occasionally&lt;br /&gt;
Look through&lt;br /&gt;
Then it gets a little darker&lt;br /&gt;
I'm trying to break through&lt;br /&gt;
But it's a difficult&lt;br /&gt;
Task to do&lt;br /&gt;
I sometimes get trapped&lt;br /&gt;
In my own feelings&lt;br /&gt;
Going through all&lt;br /&gt;
The possibilities&lt;br /&gt;
Before the choice&lt;br /&gt;
I do but then&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;
I'm here on earth&lt;br /&gt;
It's been explained&lt;br /&gt;
And I can explain&lt;br /&gt;
But it's still not clear&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not quite ready&lt;br /&gt;
To see Christ&lt;br /&gt;
The way I see it&lt;br /&gt;
I need help&lt;br /&gt;
But yet no one&lt;br /&gt;
Seems to help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-8524280254611075575?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/zNv2g-USfkE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8524280254611075575/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-liahona-i-direct-you-to-light-its.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/8524280254611075575?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/8524280254611075575?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/zNv2g-USfkE/i-am-liahona-i-direct-you-to-light-its.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-liahona-i-direct-you-to-light-its.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMDQX48eSp7ImA9WhZXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-5041016137341784336</id><published>2011-05-08T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:34:30.071-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-08T19:34:30.071-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">So here it is today&lt;br /&gt;
It's been raining&lt;br /&gt;
Downpour&lt;br /&gt;
When the sun comes&lt;br /&gt;
Will my tears be gone&lt;br /&gt;
Will I have to disguise&lt;br /&gt;
We had good times&lt;br /&gt;
Fun times&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing&lt;br /&gt;
Sadness&lt;br /&gt;
It's been raining&lt;br /&gt;
Tears mix&lt;br /&gt;
When the sun comes&lt;br /&gt;
Will my tears be gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Faithful&lt;br /&gt;
Faithless&lt;br /&gt;
Faithful&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where do I go from here&lt;br /&gt;
Where are you going from here&lt;br /&gt;
Every choice takes its toll&lt;br /&gt;
Every choice takes its risk&lt;br /&gt;
Will we be together for long&lt;br /&gt;
Will we be together only briskly&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder how we'll turn out&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder what will happen&lt;br /&gt;
Will we be together for long&lt;br /&gt;
Will we be together only briskly&lt;br /&gt;
I've been uptight lately&lt;br /&gt;
You've been uptight lately&lt;br /&gt;
How will we turn out&lt;br /&gt;
We'll have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;
Will we be together for long&lt;br /&gt;
Will we be together only briskly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-5041016137341784336?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/1WmqyTk5OGw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5041016137341784336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-here-it-is-today-its-been-raining.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/5041016137341784336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/5041016137341784336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/1WmqyTk5OGw/so-here-it-is-today-its-been-raining.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-here-it-is-today-its-been-raining.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AASX05fSp7ImA9WhZRFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-4352885551220079499</id><published>2011-04-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:15:48.325-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-10T20:15:48.325-07:00</app:edited><title>2 Years</title><content type="html">Why couldn't you&lt;br /&gt;
2 years younger&lt;br /&gt;
Been born&lt;br /&gt;
2 years later&lt;br /&gt;
I'm here in my&lt;br /&gt;
Misery&lt;br /&gt;
Why did I&lt;br /&gt;
Have to see&lt;br /&gt;
You and get struck&lt;br /&gt;
I never have good luck&lt;br /&gt;
Who are you&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking of&lt;br /&gt;
Is she pretty&lt;br /&gt;
As a dove&lt;br /&gt;
Did you have to&lt;br /&gt;
Look as good&lt;br /&gt;
How many girls&lt;br /&gt;
Are by your side&lt;br /&gt;
How many hearts&lt;br /&gt;
Do you have&lt;br /&gt;
How many hearts&lt;br /&gt;
Do you break&lt;br /&gt;
When you look&lt;br /&gt;
At me&lt;br /&gt;
You probably don't&lt;br /&gt;
Have a double take&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I&lt;br /&gt;
Such a fool&lt;br /&gt;
To die for&lt;br /&gt;
Guys like you&lt;br /&gt;
When is my heart&lt;br /&gt;
Not to be broke&lt;br /&gt;
You have no idea&lt;br /&gt;
It's you it took&lt;br /&gt;
I need to get&lt;br /&gt;
Over you&lt;br /&gt;
And another&lt;br /&gt;
Too&lt;br /&gt;
I need someone&lt;br /&gt;
Who can keep&lt;br /&gt;
My heart&lt;br /&gt;
Safe&lt;br /&gt;
I need to hurry&lt;br /&gt;
Before I go&lt;br /&gt;
To tears&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Washing clothes&lt;br /&gt;
I see you in the water&lt;br /&gt;
You smile then fade&lt;br /&gt;
Washing clothes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-4352885551220079499?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/HczRdCYmFwk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4352885551220079499/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-years.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/4352885551220079499?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/4352885551220079499?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/HczRdCYmFwk/2-years.html" title="2 Years" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-years.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQNSHY5cCp7ImA9WhZSEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-4340145160427921388</id><published>2011-03-27T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T13:23:19.828-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-27T13:23:19.828-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">If you could be a star&lt;br /&gt;
Where would you go&lt;br /&gt;
If you could dance&lt;br /&gt;
Where would you toe&lt;br /&gt;
If you could sing&lt;br /&gt;
Where would you be&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not a star&lt;br /&gt;
Can't dance&lt;br /&gt;
Can't sing&lt;br /&gt;
But still want you&lt;br /&gt;
Can I have you&lt;br /&gt;
Still want you&lt;br /&gt;
Wear my ring&lt;br /&gt;
If you were a hit&lt;br /&gt;
What would you think&lt;br /&gt;
If people screamed to see you&lt;br /&gt;
What would you do&lt;br /&gt;
If you were the one to shine&lt;br /&gt;
What, who could you not have&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not a hit&lt;br /&gt;
People don't scream to see me&lt;br /&gt;
I don't shine&lt;br /&gt;
But still want you&lt;br /&gt;
Can I have you&lt;br /&gt;
Still want you To be mine&lt;br /&gt;
You're a star&lt;br /&gt;
You're a hit&lt;br /&gt;
You can dance&lt;br /&gt;
You can sing&lt;br /&gt;
I want you&lt;br /&gt;
Can I have you&lt;br /&gt;
I want you&lt;br /&gt;
Wear my ring&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't risk falling again&lt;br /&gt;
So I turned my head&lt;br /&gt;
When I saw you pop&lt;br /&gt;
Your head around&lt;br /&gt;
The corner&lt;br /&gt;
It was way too late&lt;br /&gt;
I had seen you&lt;br /&gt;
Your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;
Your slender but built&lt;br /&gt;
Body&lt;br /&gt;
Your welcoming smile&lt;br /&gt;
Ohhh, that smile took&lt;br /&gt;
My bones away&lt;br /&gt;
That gorgeous smile&lt;br /&gt;
Took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;
For it to return&lt;br /&gt;
I had to be yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-4340145160427921388?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/Xp24J-K_D8s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4340145160427921388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-could-be-star-where-would-you-go.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/4340145160427921388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/4340145160427921388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/Xp24J-K_D8s/if-you-could-be-star-where-would-you-go.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-could-be-star-where-would-you-go.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DQXc_eip7ImA9Wx9bEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-8116116119440137555</id><published>2011-02-19T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T17:21:10.942-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-19T17:21:10.942-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">It ain't over&lt;br /&gt;
Til it's over&lt;br /&gt;
I try to tell&lt;br /&gt;
You&lt;br /&gt;
But you won't&lt;br /&gt;
Listen and walk&lt;br /&gt;
Away&lt;br /&gt;
You're in love&lt;br /&gt;
Though not with&lt;br /&gt;
Me&lt;br /&gt;
Your heart is now&lt;br /&gt;
With your secretary&lt;br /&gt;
She stole you away&lt;br /&gt;
Right before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
People say "I'd die for you"&lt;br /&gt;
I want to know why&lt;br /&gt;
If they love you and are&lt;br /&gt;
Loved by you&lt;br /&gt;
Why would they die&lt;br /&gt;
I love you and want to be close&lt;br /&gt;
Forever and forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Clean&lt;br /&gt;
Crisp&lt;br /&gt;
Freak&lt;br /&gt;
Out&lt;br /&gt;
Stereo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-8116116119440137555?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/giGNlB5kaHY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8116116119440137555/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-aint-over-til-its-over-i-try-to-tell.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/8116116119440137555?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/8116116119440137555?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/giGNlB5kaHY/it-aint-over-til-its-over-i-try-to-tell.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-aint-over-til-its-over-i-try-to-tell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMNQ3gzeyp7ImA9Wx9UEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-4061598061310632541</id><published>2011-02-06T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T10:21:32.683-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-06T10:21:32.683-08:00</app:edited><title>I Am A Daughter</title><content type="html">I am a daughter&lt;br /&gt;
A daughter of God&lt;br /&gt;
I came to this earth&lt;br /&gt;
During the times&lt;br /&gt;
Of mod&lt;br /&gt;
I'm part of the plan&lt;br /&gt;
To help the gospel grow&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to let&lt;br /&gt;
My Saviour down&lt;br /&gt;
For that I want Him to know&lt;br /&gt;
Together you and I&lt;br /&gt;
Can bring this to pass&lt;br /&gt;
To share His love&lt;br /&gt;
To show the world&lt;br /&gt;
The greener side of grass&lt;br /&gt;
We need to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;
We need to be humble&lt;br /&gt;
Or during our journey&lt;br /&gt;
We may someday&lt;br /&gt;
Tumble&lt;br /&gt;
I want Him to be proud&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be true&lt;br /&gt;
So I can go about&lt;br /&gt;
Preaching  the gospel&lt;br /&gt;
To all of you&lt;br /&gt;
It'll be a long journey&lt;br /&gt;
It should be hard fought and won&lt;br /&gt;
We need to teach the world&lt;br /&gt;
All about the Son&lt;br /&gt;
I'll preach 'til it's over&lt;br /&gt;
I'll travel 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;
I want to show my love&lt;br /&gt;
For Him and everyone&lt;br /&gt;
To you to send&lt;br /&gt;
I hope you will learn&lt;br /&gt;
For this is true&lt;br /&gt;
Before you were born&lt;br /&gt;
The Christ and Saviour&lt;br /&gt;
You once knew&lt;br /&gt;
He loves you so dearly&lt;br /&gt;
For your sins He paid&lt;br /&gt;
That you might come&lt;br /&gt;
Unto Him; Never let His light&lt;br /&gt;
To fade&lt;br /&gt;
He'll show you the truth&lt;br /&gt;
He'll show you the way&lt;br /&gt;
For when you see Him&lt;br /&gt;
Oh! That will be&lt;br /&gt;
Such a joyful day&lt;br /&gt;
Be honest, be true&lt;br /&gt;
For the path that is strait&lt;br /&gt;
He is there to help you&lt;br /&gt;
To love you when down&lt;br /&gt;
To see you through the gate&lt;br /&gt;
One day you will see&lt;br /&gt;
How  happy you will find&lt;br /&gt;
By serving His children&lt;br /&gt;
No guilt there will be&lt;br /&gt;
On your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-4061598061310632541?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/GLlpSjjImY4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4061598061310632541/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-daughter.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/4061598061310632541?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/4061598061310632541?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/GLlpSjjImY4/i-am-daughter.html" title="I Am A Daughter" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-daughter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04FRn09fCp7ImA9WxFXFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22904013.post-2674446543035094375</id><published>2010-05-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:11:57.364-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-22T11:11:57.364-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Though you keep turning me down&lt;br /&gt;
I can't help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me -- What is (so) wrong that I gross&lt;br /&gt;
You out&lt;br /&gt;
I would change if I could if I knew&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I not fit to be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me -- What is so wrong that I gross&lt;br /&gt;
You out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hope for me&lt;br /&gt;
Hope for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is love&lt;br /&gt;
Why is love&lt;br /&gt;
What IS love&lt;br /&gt;
WHY is love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I called for your&lt;br /&gt;
Phone number&lt;br /&gt;
I wrote for your&lt;br /&gt;
Address&lt;br /&gt;
I cried without&lt;br /&gt;
Tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22904013-2674446543035094375?l=rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~4/JVuWFaPKuPk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2674446543035094375/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2010/05/though-you-keep-turning-me-down-i-cant.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/2674446543035094375?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22904013/posts/default/2674446543035094375?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HesseysPoems/~3/JVuWFaPKuPk/though-you-keep-turning-me-down-i-cant.html" title="" /><author><name>Rebecca Hessey</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107916364505998902576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRbJNb0Ups/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAANUg/Uce0iGyJL1U/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rebeccahesseypoems.blogspot.com/2010/05/though-you-keep-turning-me-down-i-cant.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

