<?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-6340103427481581865</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:10:50.452-04:00</updated><category term='THE BEST PLACE TO BURY YOUR DOG'/><category term='GLITTER IN THE AIR Lyrics PINK'/><category term='Tree of Dreams by Craig Ludwig'/><title type='text'>RickMichigan</title><subtitle type='html'>Waterford Michigan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickmichigan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340103427481581865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickmichigan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rick Michigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08601249525007605826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWJjoBFRAs/SYn7dSIGtbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-IzXB3ZSyAE/S220/9246062755030844888.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340103427481581865.post-427206351302121040</id><published>2009-04-06T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:05:12.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE BEST PLACE TO BURY YOUR DOG'/><title type='text'>Much Love. . . Mason April 8, 1991 to April 6, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWJjoBFRAs/SdoIYhUi9xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kUFbrbPfotQ/s1600-h/CIMG1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWJjoBFRAs/SdoIYhUi9xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kUFbrbPfotQ/s320/CIMG1272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321575127046092562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BEST PLACE TO BURY A DOG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There is one best place to bury a dog.&lt;br /&gt;"If you bury him in this spot, he will&lt;br /&gt;come to you when you call - come to you&lt;br /&gt;over the grim, dim frontier of death,&lt;br /&gt;and down the well-remembered path,&lt;br /&gt;and to your side again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"And though you call a dozen living&lt;br /&gt;dogs to heel, they shall not growl at&lt;br /&gt;him, nor resent his coming,&lt;br /&gt;for he belongs there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"People may scoff at you, who see&lt;br /&gt;no lightest blade of grass bent by his&lt;br /&gt;footfall, who hear no whimper, people&lt;br /&gt;who may never really have had a dog.&lt;br /&gt;Smile at them, for you shall know&lt;br /&gt;something that is hidden from them,&lt;br /&gt;and which is well worth the knowing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The one best place to bury a good&lt;br /&gt;dog is in the heart of his master."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Ben Hur Lampman ---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340103427481581865-427206351302121040?l=rickmichigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickmichigan.blogspot.com/feeds/427206351302121040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340103427481581865&amp;postID=427206351302121040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340103427481581865/posts/default/427206351302121040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340103427481581865/posts/default/427206351302121040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickmichigan.blogspot.com/2009/04/much-love.html' title='Much Love. . . Mason April 8, 1991 to April 6, 2009'/><author><name>Rick Michigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08601249525007605826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWJjoBFRAs/SYn7dSIGtbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-IzXB3ZSyAE/S220/9246062755030844888.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWJjoBFRAs/SdoIYhUi9xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kUFbrbPfotQ/s72-c/CIMG1272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340103427481581865.post-1607619142476942118</id><published>2009-03-19T11:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:09:44.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GLITTER IN THE AIR Lyrics PINK'/><title type='text'>Pot-Of-Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/32/49750446_e9042bde3c.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever looked fear in the face and said "I just don't care?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's only half past the point of no return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;The thunder before the lightning, the breath before the phrase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt; you ever felt this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's only half past the point of oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;The breath before the kiss, and the fear before the flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;There you are, sitting in the garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Clutching my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;, calling me sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;You called me sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever wished for an endless night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Will it ever get better than tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(54, 54, 54);   line-height: 19px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="block-title title" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340103427481581865-1607619142476942118?l=rickmichigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickmichigan.blogspot.com/feeds/1607619142476942118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340103427481581865&amp;postID=1607619142476942118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340103427481581865/posts/default/1607619142476942118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340103427481581865/posts/default/1607619142476942118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickmichigan.blogspot.com/2009/03/pot-of-gold.html' title='Pot-Of-Gold'/><author><name>Rick Michigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08601249525007605826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWJjoBFRAs/SYn7dSIGtbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-IzXB3ZSyAE/S220/9246062755030844888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340103427481581865.post-2819099882590278650</id><published>2009-02-16T11:56:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:08:47.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tree of Dreams by Craig Ludwig'/><title type='text'>Spring Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2009/02/15/weekinreview/15makoff.xlarge1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My mind is a tree of growing dreams&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it produces more each day&lt;br /&gt;But with every day that passes&lt;br /&gt;There is also a forgotten one&lt;br /&gt;When you add all the forgotten ones&lt;br /&gt;you get a tree that is dry&lt;br /&gt;A tree with many rings&lt;br /&gt;but with one leaf&lt;br /&gt;One green leaf that appears&lt;br /&gt;every day but also dries up&lt;br /&gt;when the next day comes&lt;br /&gt;When a tree only has one leaf&lt;br /&gt;no one really looks at it&lt;br /&gt;It is a tree with no ambition&lt;br /&gt;A tree with only one dream&lt;br /&gt;No one wants a tree with one dream&lt;br /&gt;especially if it is never fulfilled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340103427481581865-2819099882590278650?l=rickmichigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickmichigan.blogspot.com/feeds/2819099882590278650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340103427481581865&amp;postID=2819099882590278650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340103427481581865/posts/default/2819099882590278650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340103427481581865/posts/default/2819099882590278650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickmichigan.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-awakening.html' title='Spring Awakening'/><author><name>Rick Michigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08601249525007605826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubWJjoBFRAs/SYn7dSIGtbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-IzXB3ZSyAE/S220/9246062755030844888.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
