<?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-22104369</id><updated>2011-06-06T16:49:49.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Poetry By: Chevella King</title><subtitle type='html'>This is Chevella's Poetry site.  She displays the different series of poetry that she has.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-8005439109971839553</id><published>2010-04-28T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:53:59.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       This blog is now located at http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;       You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click &lt;a href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/'&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to&lt;br /&gt;       http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-8005439109971839553?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/' title='This blog has moved'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/8005439109971839553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/8005439109971839553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='This blog has moved'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-4969889930411981332</id><published>2008-09-09T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:45:16.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I took a sip of water.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was ice cold and good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It quenched my thirst.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thirsty, I knew it would.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Marveling at the benefits,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I took another drink.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One drop of water,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mu body&amp;#8217;s back in sync.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-4969889930411981332?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/4969889930411981332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22104369&amp;postID=4969889930411981332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/4969889930411981332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/4969889930411981332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-drop.html' title='One Drop'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-8551166483501239537</id><published>2008-08-15T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:30:27.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Barrette</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I saw it there, alone and lost.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why was it there? Why was it lost?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;White, pristine, looking quite refined.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was waiting on me, to be mine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I picked it up, dusted it off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I flipped it over, dusted it off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful barrette.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is one thing I won&amp;#8217;t forget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-8551166483501239537?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8551166483501239537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22104369&amp;postID=8551166483501239537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/8551166483501239537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/8551166483501239537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2008/08/lone-barrette.html' title='The Lone Barrette'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-3450398099111556</id><published>2008-08-15T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:25:34.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something In My Throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have something in my throat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s irritating. I feel like I am about to choke.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t swallow good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It needs to leave, I wish it would.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Perhaps it&amp;#8217;s the fish from last night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whatever it is, it doesn&amp;#8217;t feel right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is something in my throat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wonder if it is worth a groat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-3450398099111556?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/3450398099111556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22104369&amp;postID=3450398099111556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/3450398099111556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/3450398099111556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-in-my-throat.html' title='Something In My Throat'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-8959198364473182081</id><published>2008-07-11T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:21:01.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dance in the spirit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rejoice because God is great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#8217;s celebrate His majesty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#8217;s celebrate His might.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God is great,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God is good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am happy that I can celebrate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I will rejoice and be glad in Him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s time to celebrate!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-8959198364473182081?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8959198364473182081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22104369&amp;postID=8959198364473182081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/8959198364473182081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/8959198364473182081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-5661183910872762360</id><published>2008-07-11T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:19:29.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I am happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I am sad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, life gives you lemonade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, life is awfully bad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I smile for days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I am so afraid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, life is so simple.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, life can get complicated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The only thing constant in some times, is Christ.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am glad that I know Him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-5661183910872762360?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/5661183910872762360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22104369&amp;postID=5661183910872762360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/5661183910872762360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/5661183910872762360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-1211555216797820639</id><published>2007-05-15T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:44:30.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner Or Later</title><content type='html'>Sooner or later,&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna get yours.&lt;br /&gt;Messing around with me.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't one to be played with.&lt;br /&gt;You ain't that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;You just ain't been caught yet.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on living,&lt;br /&gt;You're goona get yours.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-1211555216797820639?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/1211555216797820639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/1211555216797820639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2007/05/sooner-or-later.html' title='Sooner Or Later'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-1690987275274364184</id><published>2007-03-08T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:50:17.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's This Here?</title><content type='html'>What's this here?&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this here?&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this here?&lt;br /&gt;I keep smelling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this here?&lt;br /&gt;I keep touching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this here?&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out, can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-1690987275274364184?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/1690987275274364184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/1690987275274364184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-this-here.html' title='What&apos;s This Here?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-4746071181699323561</id><published>2007-01-14T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:48:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of doing this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of doing that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of going there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of dreaming about there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-4746071181699323561?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/4746071181699323561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/4746071181699323561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2007/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-2851942141178823743</id><published>2006-12-28T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:46:52.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steppin' In</title><content type='html'>Stomp once&lt;br /&gt;Stomp twice&lt;br /&gt;Clap behind your back&lt;br /&gt;Clap in front&lt;br /&gt;Stomp&lt;br /&gt;Clap&lt;br /&gt;Stomp&lt;br /&gt;Stomp&lt;br /&gt;Clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;I'm steppin' in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-2851942141178823743?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/2851942141178823743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/2851942141178823743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2006/12/steepin-in.html' title='Steppin&apos; In'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-3494724212839092300</id><published>2006-11-25T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:42:41.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing With A Praise</title><content type='html'>God's been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand clapping, foot stomping dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your praise going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For through your praise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessing comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ain't nothing a praise can fix."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard a preacher say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get my dancing in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-3494724212839092300?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/3494724212839092300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/3494724212839092300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2006/11/dancing-with-praise.html' title='Dancing With A Praise'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934392769689689</id><published>2005-12-13T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:25:27.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roof Top Song</title><content type='html'>Clip clop,&lt;br /&gt;Hoofs stomp by.&lt;br /&gt;Plip plop,&lt;br /&gt;Santa steps out.&lt;br /&gt;Swish swash,&lt;br /&gt;Santa slides down.&lt;br /&gt;Huff puff,&lt;br /&gt;The reindeer breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh shoosh,&lt;br /&gt;Santa slides up.&lt;br /&gt;Stamp stomp,&lt;br /&gt;Santa walks out.&lt;br /&gt;Kerplunk,&lt;br /&gt;Santa sits down.&lt;br /&gt;Crick crack,&lt;br /&gt;Santa says go.&lt;br /&gt;Clomp clomp,&lt;br /&gt;Hoofs run off.&lt;br /&gt;Swish swish,&lt;br /&gt;Santa flies by.&lt;br /&gt;Ho, Ho, Ho,&lt;br /&gt;Santa says goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934392769689689?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934392769689689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934392769689689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/12/roof-top-song.html' title='Roof Top Song'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934428696971668</id><published>2005-12-07T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:31:26.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Way Home</title><content type='html'>On my way home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger, harm, and tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934428696971668?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934428696971668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934428696971668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-my-way-home.html' title='On My Way Home'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934425377279260</id><published>2005-11-07T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:30:53.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physically Drained</title><content type='html'>I'm tired so very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really done a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sat in my chair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minding my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing my own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work has gotten done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On time and correctly, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still that isn't enough for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants more and more work from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he picking on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has called me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And embarrassed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no help in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934425377279260?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934425377279260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934425377279260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/11/physically-drained.html' title='Physically Drained'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934420900687994</id><published>2005-10-30T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:30:09.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick Shift</title><content type='html'>Start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934420900687994?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934420900687994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934420900687994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/10/stick-shift.html' title='Stick Shift'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934449767231559</id><published>2005-10-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:34:57.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having A Dream</title><content type='html'>Sometimes having a dream seems so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream and dream. But hope seems lost in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's first one thing, then another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's dashes your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ain't possible. Why even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt creeps in and takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give up hope, the truth be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming seems a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still try and try to keep the dream in tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the words the preacher spoke rings loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be delayed, but it won't be denied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934449767231559?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934449767231559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934449767231559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/10/having-dream.html' title='Having A Dream'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934413977566758</id><published>2005-09-16T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:28:59.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why It Gotta Be Me?</title><content type='html'>Why it gotta be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I gotta take the brunt of the load?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I gotta feel like I ain't two cents worth of nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I gotta feel like a toad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this is a straight trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proves just what I have been saying all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't nothing but a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why it gotta be me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934413977566758?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934413977566758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934413977566758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-it-gotta-be-me.html' title='Why It Gotta Be Me?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934410319064926</id><published>2005-08-29T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:28:23.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Wear Coats</title><content type='html'>Women wear coats to my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot or cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the dead middle of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might see a woman in a coat at my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's always cold at my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't worry about the AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours works very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell by the icicles hanging from the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women wear coats to my church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934410319064926?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934410319064926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934410319064926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/08/women-wear-coats.html' title='Women Wear Coats'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934454032214568</id><published>2005-08-11T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:35:40.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Sock Must Be A Lonely Existence</title><content type='html'>Being a sock must be a lonely existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you are a pair, then you are alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You roam somewhere far off without your twin with whom you co-existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be lonely, this life socks lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where do socks go when they disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get lost somewhere between the washer, the dryer, and the laundry basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they go where the lint goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they float off into space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they just walk off and go to a far better place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934454032214568?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934454032214568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934454032214568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/08/being-sock-must-be-lonely-existence.html' title='Being A Sock Must Be A Lonely Existence'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934406536141172</id><published>2005-07-16T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:27:45.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y'all Nasty</title><content type='html'>Y'all nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving stuff all over the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't wash a dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't pick up trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's some sho' nuff for real nasty stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934406536141172?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934406536141172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934406536141172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/07/yall-nasty.html' title='Y&apos;all Nasty'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934442698364268</id><published>2005-07-08T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:33:46.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess Chivalry Ain't Dead</title><content type='html'>I guess chivalry ain't dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got up and let me sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure that they wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly amazed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God some traditions still hold true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the world in moral decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder anyone has any manners these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934442698364268?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934442698364268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934442698364268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-guess-chivalry-aint-dead.html' title='I Guess Chivalry Ain&apos;t Dead'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934403333921487</id><published>2005-06-30T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:27:13.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You And That Gum Is Getting On My Nerves</title><content type='html'>Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slurp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a black woman chewing gum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a musical extravaganza to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934403333921487?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934403333921487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934403333921487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-and-that-gum-is-getting-on-my.html' title='You And That Gum Is Getting On My Nerves'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934397984249059</id><published>2005-05-17T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:26:19.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who You Blowin' At?</title><content type='html'>Walking down the street,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I look cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minding my own business,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not worrying a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling, trying to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk, honk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who u blowin' at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my cousin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking if I need a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934397984249059?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934397984249059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934397984249059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-you-blowin-at.html' title='Who You Blowin&apos; At?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934389412680801</id><published>2005-04-28T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:24:54.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Hearted</title><content type='html'>Heavy hearted,&lt;br /&gt;Weighted down.&lt;br /&gt;Somber face,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a frown.&lt;br /&gt;Troubles and more,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to recover from things.&lt;br /&gt;Praying, hoping, and more,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the joy bells to ring.&lt;br /&gt;One day soon,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be free.&lt;br /&gt;One day soon,&lt;br /&gt;This weight will be off me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934389412680801?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934389412680801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934389412680801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/04/heavy-hearted.html' title='Heavy Hearted'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934438498618455</id><published>2005-04-27T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:33:04.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Wasn't So Hot</title><content type='html'>If it wasn't so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something constructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since it's so hot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here under the fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934438498618455?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934438498618455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934438498618455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-it-wasnt-so-hot.html' title='If It Wasn&apos;t So Hot'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934385041313063</id><published>2005-03-01T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:24:10.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't</title><content type='html'>I can't stop thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;Such a marvelous THOUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop smiling at you,&lt;br /&gt;Such a marvelous REASON.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop missing you,&lt;br /&gt;Such a marvelous FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop loving you,&lt;br /&gt;Such a marvelous LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934385041313063?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934385041313063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934385041313063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-cant.html' title='I Can&apos;t'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934379162692434</id><published>2005-02-26T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:23:11.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Then</title><content type='html'>My heart longs to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;From now until eternity.&lt;br /&gt;But for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;My longing must wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts want to be on you,&lt;br /&gt;Every moment of the day.&lt;br /&gt;But for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;My wants can't be that way.&lt;br /&gt;My feet want to soar in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Far above the world.&lt;br /&gt;But for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;I must be a grounded girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day soon,&lt;br /&gt;I will be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day soon,&lt;br /&gt;No chains will be holding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934379162692434?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934379162692434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934379162692434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/02/until-then.html' title='Until Then'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934433313898100</id><published>2005-01-19T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:32:13.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, She Got A Dirty Mouth</title><content type='html'>"I ain't never seen such a thang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Grandmama say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's right in what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a trip to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one look up and heard those things she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmama looked at me and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, she sho' got a dirty mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't use to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some things that a lady just wouldn't say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934433313898100?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934433313898100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934433313898100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/01/lord-she-got-dirty-mouth.html' title='Lord, She Got A Dirty Mouth'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22104369.post-113934375190248801</id><published>2005-01-07T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:22:31.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Must I Love You?</title><content type='html'>Smiles, I send your way,&lt;br /&gt;Day after day.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't return,&lt;br /&gt;Nary a one.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting tired,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is being mired.&lt;br /&gt;Why must I love you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22104369-113934375190248801?l=chevella-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934375190248801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22104369/posts/default/113934375190248801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevella-poet.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-must-i-love-you.html' title='Why Must I Love You?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
