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		<title>2010 - Tomorrow</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/204</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 19:32:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve lived my life like there was no tomorrow
I&#8217;d travel no matter what I had to borrow
I&#8217;d charge for my dresses and purses and shoes
And drive little sports cars - always brand new.
I figured someday health and looks would give out
So why not have fun while I could still get about.
I traveled, and loved, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>2010 - One Vibe, One Tribe</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 16:11:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[so many religions, so many divisions
so many rituals, dogmas, traditions
in rote, we recite prayers and mantras and creeds
as we grasp at salvation with offerings and deeds
priests, rabbis and preachers teach folklore, their brand
while our souls join, embracing, clasping hand within hand
singing words of compassion to the tune One vibe
always was, always will be, One celestial tribe.
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		<title>2010 - New Year&#8217;s Toast</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/202</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 19:07:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pamela</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Here&#8217;s to the first day of the best of your life.
Cheers.
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		<title>2010 - New Year&#8217;s Resolutions</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/201</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 19:04:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pamela</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[To be&#8230;
Closer my soul to Thee
Closer my God to me
More compassionate, mindful, more wise and more true
Closer my light to You.
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		<title>2009 - Shannon</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/200</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 19:58:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pamela</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[My favorite gal
And travel pal
My best lunch date
And movie mate.
 Oh daughter dear,
And grandpups too,
I love so much
Each one of you.
 
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		<title>1997 - Wild Horse Creek Road</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/199</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 17:55:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pamela</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m driving here along this winding road
Through woods of greenery with rays of gold
That&#8217;s where I hear Your message clear and true
And where I come to get in touch with You.
 
I try to be as strong as I can be
But troubles often get the best of me
That&#8217;s when I drive in search of You, my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>2002 - What Does Your Daughter Do?</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/198</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 12:17:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pamela</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[My daughter works at Macy&#8217;s
What does your daughter do?
&#8220;She graduated college in nineteen ninety-two
She hasn&#8217;t found her path yet so she works at Macy&#8217;s too.&#8221;
My daughter took the wrong path of heroin and crack
But thanks to God and doctors she found the right road back.
Remember them in ruffles? We&#8217;d watch them at their play
And now [...]]]></description>
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		<title>2008 - Back To The Sugar Shores</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/173</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 15:42:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My budget&#8217;s bare, should save that dime
My St. Louis guy won&#8217;t wait this time
The highway&#8217;s fast, my Beetle&#8217;s slow
Oh I don&#8217;t care, I&#8217;m gonna go.
 
Well here I am, pink sky, poolside
Monarch lovelies dip and glide
Palms, old and young, inhale gulf breeze
High up kites sail where they please
My toes greet squeaky, snow-white sand
Waves, like old boyfriends, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>2001 - Mr. Right</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/167</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 14:50:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He&#8217;s not Mr. Right
But he cries at my poems
And he&#8217;s offered to share
His food and his home.
 
He&#8217;s not Mr. Right
But he laughs at my verse
And he&#8217;s promised to love me
For better or worse.
 
Though he&#8217;s loaded with quirks 
His smile&#8217;s a delight
And he&#8217;s crazy enough
To think I&#8217;m Mrs. Right. 
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		<title>1969 - Cherished Memories</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswomansjourney.com/archives/195</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pamela</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[when i was little, almost three
i beamed cause dad was proud of me
when by myself i went potty
i bet he was thinking - finally!
 
when mom would take me to the store
i&#8217;d throw tantrums on the floor
as she dragged me through the door
i bet that she wished i was four
 
i had a sweet sister, a cute [...]]]></description>
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