<?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-24807986</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:20:25.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would've Could've Should've</title><subtitle type='html'>There have been times when we all woulda, coulda, shoulda said or done things we woulda, coulda, shoulda done...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wouldve-couldve-shouldve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24807986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wouldve-couldve-shouldve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00894026378304870573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/702/2580/200/pal%20jimmy.3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24807986.post-114352526812435578</id><published>2006-03-27T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:57:41.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/702/2580/1600/cig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/702/2580/400/cig.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my beautiful, gorgeous, adorable, funny, smart, sexy, breath-taking, always right, too cool for words wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24807986-114352526812435578?l=wouldve-couldve-shouldve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wouldve-couldve-shouldve.blogspot.com/feeds/114352526812435578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24807986&amp;postID=114352526812435578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24807986/posts/default/114352526812435578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24807986/posts/default/114352526812435578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wouldve-couldve-shouldve.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-of-my-life.html' title='The Love of My Life'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00894026378304870573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/702/2580/200/pal%20jimmy.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24807986.post-114344209697996055</id><published>2006-03-26T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:45:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Continously emotions strive in rapid torment of my existence, as dogmatic societies stone deception with persistence, false illusions confuse my precious mind, a lone soldier I walk, until the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24807986-114344209697996055?l=wouldve-couldve-shouldve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wouldve-couldve-shouldve.blogspot.com/feeds/114344209697996055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24807986&amp;postID=114344209697996055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24807986/posts/default/114344209697996055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24807986/posts/default/114344209697996055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wouldve-couldve-shouldve.blogspot.com/2006/03/independent.html' title='Independent'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00894026378304870573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/702/2580/200/pal%20jimmy.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
