<?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-13379691</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:06:50.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex the Poet</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry written by Alex Lynn Christensen!  (Sometimes I like to break all rules of poetry.)  Please comment on your favorites!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-678148679620947964</id><published>2009-11-06T13:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:44:51.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own World</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Water gushes out of a mountainside;
A brooklet passes by.

Vivid colors all around me;
Time cannot deny.

The ocean so calming,
My security it gives.

The forest extending;
Trees that really live.

Melons of paradise;
A unique experience.

The smell of beauty,
Definite in presence.

The happy children laughing,
Singing, dancing, acting;

In the warm sun basking;
Playing like never before.

In a peaceful happy state,
Does this dream exist?

In my own, perfect world;
Or have I gone unmissed?

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-678148679620947964?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/678148679620947964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=678148679620947964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/678148679620947964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/678148679620947964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-own-world.html' title='My Own World'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-3105896283000056433</id><published>2008-06-16T09:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:57:49.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Remembered Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was in deep sorrow,
I knew not what to do;
With no thought of the morrow,
And no direction too.

I thought I had lost you,
We had drifted apart;
It was then that you called me,
And remembered the start.

All the times we played together,
We always thought it should last forever;
We even laughed and cried for each other,
We knew it couldn't get any better.

I knew it, knew it, knew it,
My thoughts came to a tee;
I love you, love you, love you,
It's all because you remembered me.

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-3105896283000056433?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3105896283000056433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=3105896283000056433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/3105896283000056433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/3105896283000056433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-remembered-me_16.html' title='You Remembered Me'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-1859813409093951398</id><published>2008-03-09T20:51:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:12:30.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There was a dull moment,
I knew not what to do.
With your beautiful smile,
You helped me right on through.

I feel so very special,
I know now what to do:
Hug you, hold you, kiss you,
Beautifully as you do!

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-1859813409093951398?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/1859813409093951398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=1859813409093951398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/1859813409093951398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/1859813409093951398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/03/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-112672618263935143</id><published>2005-09-14T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:35:17.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buzzzz...
Pesky little buzzard.
Buzzzz... vvvt.
Ahh some silence!
Grr, I spoke too soon.
Buzzzz...
Swack.
Grr, he got away.
So much to do,
So little time.
The final exam is tomorrow.
Buzzzz...
Squish!
Ahh, back to normal!

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-112672618263935143?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112672618263935143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=112672618263935143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/112672618263935143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/112672618263935143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-office.html' title='My Office'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-112658729850665529</id><published>2005-09-12T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:20:20.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's In Our Water</title><content type='html'>﻿&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There’s something in our water;
My sister drank it up;
She is now high with laughter;
There’s no more in her cup.

I found some of that water;
I could not drink it up;
I tell you I’m no josher;
There’s a lot still in my cup.

My stomach is now queasy;
I could be going crazy;
My sister is so cheesy;
I tell you it is spooky.

I took her to the doctor,
He said:  “Where is this water?”
He couldn’t find his tester,
So he drank some of this water.

The doctor is now cackling;
I fear there is no stopper;
This case is far too boggling;
I cannot stop his yapper.

Will someone please come save me?
This disease is too far catching;
Since no-one has the stopping key,
I’ll have to sit here watching.

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-112658729850665529?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112658729850665529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=112658729850665529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/112658729850665529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/112658729850665529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2005/09/somethings-in-our-water.html' title='Something&apos;s In Our Water'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-111845280434976114</id><published>2005-06-10T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:29:13.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Art?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Writing on paper;
Is it poetry,
Or is it words?

Paint on a canvas;
Is it a painting,
Or is it paint splatters?

Clay on a pedestal;
Is it a sculpture,
Or is it a heap of mud?

Music performed;
Is it an elegant sound,
Or is it noise?

The Eiffel tower;
Is it architecture,
Or is it bolted iron?

A hip-hop routine;
Is it a dance,
Or is it a jumping contest?

Which is right?
Which is wrong?
How is art defined?

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-111845280434976114?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111845280434976114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=111845280434976114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845280434976114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845280434976114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-this-art.html' title='Is This Art?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-111845168008453476</id><published>2005-06-10T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:02:41.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somewhere is a garden,
Luscious and green.
A well defined path,
Warmed by sun’s light.

The fresh smell of rain,
A slight calming breeze.
A beautiful river,
Sparkling and pure.

A bright open meadow,
Butterflies flitting nigh.
Trees stretching to heaven,
Birds singing gaily.

A fountain shimmering,
Splashing delicate tears.
The hope of a rainbow,
Climbing above clouds.

The sweet melon,
Of paradise lost.
The storm clouds afar;
Lightning beyond the realm.

An urging hunger,
Prolonged within mankind.

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-111845168008453476?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111845168008453476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=111845168008453476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845168008453476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845168008453476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/sanctuary_10.html' title='Sanctuary'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-111845147143075678</id><published>2005-06-10T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:58:55.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Caring Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is a desired place on earth,
Because there is no contention there;
For everyone has love.

There is a peaceful place on earth,
Because there is no war there;
For everyone is friendly.

There is an unselfish place on earth,
Because there is no greed there;
For everyone is charitable.

That place is home,
When everyone cares.

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-111845147143075678?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111845147143075678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=111845147143075678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845147143075678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845147143075678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/caring-place.html' title='A Caring Place'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-111845117200228909</id><published>2005-06-10T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:30:09.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheated</title><content type='html'>﻿&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She spoke of a man, a perfect man;
Her one and only to be.

This man, he was a humorous man;
Who surfed all day on the sea.

He is a great and inspired man;
Whom everyone wanted to be.

He is a sweet magnificent man;
He holds a very dear key.

Now I find this courageous man;
And he really is not me!

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-111845117200228909?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111845117200228909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=111845117200228909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845117200228909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845117200228909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/cheated.html' title='Cheated'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-111845090211751806</id><published>2005-06-10T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:30:26.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>﻿&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Light passes over;
Lightning strikes;
Rain falls hard.

Fear comes over;
My heart beats faster;
How long will it be?

Stuck in this hole;
Will I live or die?
Can anyone hear me?

I try to get out;
It will not work;
This hole is only me.

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-111845090211751806?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111845090211751806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=111845090211751806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845090211751806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845090211751806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-111845023837045890</id><published>2005-06-10T18:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:44:04.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thoughts perfected
a plan is made
work has begun

this creator unique
only she knows how
none can complete

meant for me
now it cannot be
for she is gone

~Alex Lynn Christensen&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This one may take some explanation because it was meant
for only me to understand. My grandma started
crocheting a cool thing for me and it was going
to have my name crocheted into it. Unfortunately
she died before she was very far into it.&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/13379691-111845023837045890?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111845023837045890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=111845023837045890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845023837045890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111845023837045890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/unfinished.html' title='Unfinished'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13379691.post-111844926750811999</id><published>2005-06-10T18:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:11:04.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The future seems to fly by;
The past seems so long ago.
It was then that I saw you;
It is now that I miss you.

You came like a dream;
Faded like twilight;
Then, then that I lost you;
Lost like my thoughts.

Wait, there's a glimmer;
You come through the mist.
The fog of my sorrow,
Begins to not exist.

My joy once postponed;
It is you I see now!

–Alex Christensen and Catherine Miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13379691-111844926750811999?l=alexthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111844926750811999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13379691&amp;postID=111844926750811999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111844926750811999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13379691/posts/default/111844926750811999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexthepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03624711952211596882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eaYIUVTZn0E/R3GXBEra3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZG6ScSXv9Ug/S220/Senior+reg4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
