<?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-34779080</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:39:43.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whizzinator</title><subtitle type='html'>All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built on sand.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Axel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11174332632144483581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34779080.post-116268642391963571</id><published>2006-11-04T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T16:27:03.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Hopeless</title><content type='html'>Since my last poem was all lovable. Which may have made some of you sick. I figured I'd show the other side. Another one of my poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Finding Hopeless&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sit here wondering why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It makes me want to cry. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finding hopeless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we say good bye,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not seeing you for weeks at a time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finding hopeless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is almost a crime&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why shouldn’t I whine?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being put into this bind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finding hopeless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watching my hart tear apart &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just like wrecking art.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finding hopeless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I should beg, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like my uncle Greg&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That would be hopeless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As hopeless as this rhyme&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day will be mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll be happy like a mime&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s just hopeless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then the weeks will pass &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just like burning gas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My feelings will erode&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just waiting to explode &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There I’ll find hopeless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34779080-116268642391963571?l=motz87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/feeds/116268642391963571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34779080&amp;postID=116268642391963571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default/116268642391963571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default/116268642391963571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/2006/11/finding-hopeless.html' title='Finding Hopeless'/><author><name>Axel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11174332632144483581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34779080.post-116172388117558879</id><published>2006-10-24T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:04:41.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kiss</title><content type='html'>Okay, This is a part of me that not to many know about me but yes I do write poems. This is one of my more recent ones. The title is the subject. You can laugh if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A pain, a shiver&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So quick to deliver&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My head is throbbing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s better then sobbing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My throat is dry&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t deny&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My knees are weak&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As red as my cheek&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our arms linked&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t blink&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our eyes meet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Such a treat&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A slow movement&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May need improvement&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A touch of lips&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shocks through our fingertips&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One laugh, one smile&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in a pile&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A long hug&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All warm and snug&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some moment not to miss&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The experience of true loves first kiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34779080-116172388117558879?l=motz87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/feeds/116172388117558879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34779080&amp;postID=116172388117558879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default/116172388117558879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default/116172388117558879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-kiss.html' title='First Kiss'/><author><name>Axel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11174332632144483581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34779080.post-116146734086839110</id><published>2006-10-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T14:49:00.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's old but who cares??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="lgrey" align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stairway To Heaven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="gr" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div class="dotline" style="width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lyrics.rockmagic.net/img/b.gif" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="lyr"&gt; (J.Page, R.Plant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lady who's sure&lt;br /&gt;All that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;When she gets there she knows&lt;br /&gt;If the stores are all closed&lt;br /&gt;With a word she can get what she came for.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sign on the wall&lt;br /&gt;But she wants to be sure&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.&lt;br /&gt;In a tree by the brook&lt;br /&gt;There's a songbird who sings,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a feeling I get&lt;br /&gt;When I look to the west,&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit is crying for leaving.&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts I have seen&lt;br /&gt;Rings of smoke through the trees,&lt;br /&gt;And the voices of those who standing looking.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it really makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's whispered that soon&lt;br /&gt;If we all call the tune&lt;br /&gt;Then the piper will lead us to reason.&lt;br /&gt;And a new day will dawn&lt;br /&gt;For those who stand long&lt;br /&gt;And the forests will echo with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a bustle in your hedgerow&lt;br /&gt;Don't be alarmed now,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a spring clean for the May queen.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are two paths you can go by&lt;br /&gt;But in the long run&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to change the road you're on.&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is humming and it won't go&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;The piper's calling you to join him,&lt;br /&gt;Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,&lt;br /&gt;And did you know&lt;br /&gt;Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we wind on down the road&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows taller than our soul.&lt;br /&gt;There walks a lady we all know&lt;br /&gt;Who shines white light and wants to show&lt;br /&gt;How ev'rything still turns to gold.&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen very hard&lt;br /&gt;The tune will come to you at last.&lt;br /&gt;When all are one and one is all&lt;br /&gt;To be a rock and not to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34779080-116146734086839110?l=motz87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/feeds/116146734086839110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34779080&amp;postID=116146734086839110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default/116146734086839110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default/116146734086839110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-old-but-who-cares.html' title='It&apos;s old but who cares??'/><author><name>Axel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11174332632144483581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34779080.post-115931925985331450</id><published>2006-09-26T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:07:39.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mans "special" ability</title><content type='html'>I've found out that guy's in general can sexualise everything. If you put a group of guys together and one will find that most things can be sexualised. This doesn't mean that us guys are gross. Don't go and put blame on us so quickly. All one has to do it look around. Sex is everywhere. I know thats very obvious to see but it's far worse. When you see elementry school kids talking in depth slang that most don't know the meanings to, it's gone to far........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34779080-115931925985331450?l=motz87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/feeds/115931925985331450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34779080&amp;postID=115931925985331450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default/115931925985331450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default/115931925985331450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/2006/09/mans-special-ability.html' title='A mans &quot;special&quot; ability'/><author><name>Axel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11174332632144483581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34779080.post-115881732036768507</id><published>2006-09-20T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:42:00.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl "Friends"</title><content type='html'>I'm sure every guy has heard it before, girls always say "Why can't guys just be friends?" All I have to say is BULL SHIT! I want to know what girl really wants to just be friends with guys??? Who? I have yet to find one. I've tried to be really close friends with so many girls. I'm not talking about someone you say hi to or work with. I'm talking actually hang out like one of the guys type of friends. I'll give whomever may be reading this an example. About two years ago I met a really nice girl at school. We started out by just talking in the hallway in between classes. As time went on we started to hang out. We played basketball, watched tv, and just did stuff that I did with other friends. She was going through a hard time in her relationship and I helped her out with that. We talked about being more then friends but decided to just stay friends. Since then we havn't done anything at all. It's come to the point she wont even return my calls. So after many years of trying to have a good girl friend. I find that the only that will ever happen if it's more then just friendship. I have a wonderful significant other. I've only had one best friend thats was a girl and that was when I was in elementry school. So girls I'm a guy who wants to have a good friend thats a girl. Prove to me that you actually mean when you say you want a guy who just wants to be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34779080-115881732036768507?l=motz87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/feeds/115881732036768507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34779080&amp;postID=115881732036768507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default/115881732036768507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34779080/posts/default/115881732036768507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motz87.blogspot.com/2006/09/girl-friends.html' title='Girl &quot;Friends&quot;'/><author><name>Axel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11174332632144483581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
