<?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-18505400</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:48:59.514-07:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Flower of My Heart:  Poetry by Candy Vaughnn</title><subtitle type='html'>The web site of Candy Vaughnn.  This site features poetry written by Candy Vaughnn and links to other poetry and writing sites.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-3152100929036943642</id><published>2010-04-30T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:34:41.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       This blog is now located at http://candyvee.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;       You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click &lt;a href='http://candyvee.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://candyvee.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/18505400-3152100929036943642?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/' title='This blog has moved'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/3152100929036943642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/3152100929036943642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.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-18505400.post-3237833396694056159</id><published>2008-07-12T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:41:14.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Condiment Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Ketchup&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcondimentareyouquiz/ketchup.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are easy going and very measured in your approach to life.           &lt;br /&gt;Popular and well liked, you get along with everyone.             &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, everyone loves you!            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Your taste tends to be pretty mainstream American.            &lt;br /&gt;You go for the classic favorites: burgers, fries, and apple pie.            &lt;br /&gt;You get along best with mustard and mayonnaise personalities. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcondimentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Condiment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-3237833396694056159?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/3237833396694056159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/3237833396694056159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-condiment-are-you.html' title='What Condiment Are 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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-49078708318342365</id><published>2008-07-12T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:41:42.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Season Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Spring&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/spring.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Optimistic, lively, and almost always happy with the world...            &lt;br /&gt;You can truly appreciate the blooming nature of spring.             &lt;br /&gt;Whether you're planting flowers or dyeing Easter eggs, spring is definitely your season! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-49078708318342365?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/49078708318342365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/49078708318342365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-belong-in-spring.html' title='What Season Are 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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-903448466854401106</id><published>2008-07-12T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:41:54.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Follow Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional.            &lt;br /&gt;You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly.             &lt;br /&gt;Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you.             &lt;br /&gt;You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature.             &lt;br /&gt;Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/"&gt;Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-903448466854401106?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/903448466854401106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/903448466854401106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-follow-your-heart.html' title='Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?'/><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-18505400.post-4974883651447042737</id><published>2008-07-12T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:42:17.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Color Should Your Toenails Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Toes Should Be Red&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorshouldyourtoenailsbequiz/red.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You pretend to be an old fashioned girly girl, but you're secretly a naughty girl deep down.            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Your ideal guy: Tall, strong, and handsome - with a devilish twinkle in his eye.             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: Nice, safe men. They won't really give you what you want! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourtoenailsbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Toenails Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-4974883651447042737?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/4974883651447042737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/4974883651447042737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-toes-should-be-red.html' title='What Color Should Your Toenails Be?'/><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-18505400.post-5629566929793712349</id><published>2007-06-10T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:21:30.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>This Love</title><content type='html'>This love I feel is so very real. Each day my heart grows more and more. His words I long to hear. His promises I want to know. There is no greater love than this. God shows me each day, that I am His child. When I wake up each morning and see the sun smile. I can't help but say, "Lord, You're worthy to be praised. You alone are worthy. You're worthy to be praised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the crazy times, You see about me. In the sad times, You wipe my tears. In the good times, You rejoice with me. I know that You love me. This love is like no other love. For Who You are and for all You've done, You're worthy to be praised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-5629566929793712349?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/5629566929793712349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/5629566929793712349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-love.html' title='This Love'/><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-18505400.post-904802246307582405</id><published>2007-05-12T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:17:38.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>This world is not my home.  I am not from here.  Don't always understand this place.  Sometimes I get lonely down here for my Heavenly Father.  Sometimes, I wanna scream, "Lord, come get me."  He comes and sees about me.  He strengthens and comforts me.  "So glad that You love me," is my reply.  One of these days, I will say by by.  One of these days, I'm coming home, but just not today.  I got a few more things to do down here for my Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-904802246307582405?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/904802246307582405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/904802246307582405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2007/05/coming-home.html' title='Coming 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-18505400.post-113079883551043795</id><published>2007-04-25T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:14:38.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>At Church</title><content type='html'>Sitting at church thinking of life's bountiful treasures. Thinking of life's endeavours. Thrying to figure out why, why things go the way they do. Here's a simple thought. "God loves me more than anyone else possibly could." God is sitting down here at church in the midst making us feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079883551043795?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079883551043795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079883551043795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/at-church.html' title='At Church'/><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-18505400.post-113079873748142361</id><published>2007-03-18T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:14:05.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>God is Undoubtedly Working</title><content type='html'>God is undoubtedly working. The trees sawy in the wind, the willows can bend, birds fly south for the winter. God is working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. Spring and Winter come, cold and sunny days now. God is working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. The flowers bud with blooms, the coming Bride Groom and on that day of rapture. God will be working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. The Bible is coming true, proving to me and you, the Bible has said, time is drawing nearer. God is working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. Countries at war, peace is hard to be found here, time is drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. The killing has begun. God is undoubtedly working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where will you run? God is undoubtedly working. The fire is getting hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is undoubtedly working. You don't want to rot. God is undoubtedly working. Time is drawing near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079873748142361?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079873748142361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079873748142361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/god-is-undoubtedly-working.html' title='God is Undoubtedly Working'/><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-18505400.post-113079871033439924</id><published>2007-02-18T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:13:27.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>God's Grace</title><content type='html'>God's grace is abundant in many ways. It will never run out for days and days. God's grace is special. We should be thankful. That He cared enough to give us His love as well as His grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079871033439924?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079871033439924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079871033439924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/gods-grace.html' title='God&apos;s Grace'/><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-18505400.post-113079936555579787</id><published>2007-01-05T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:12:53.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Together We Stand</title><content type='html'>Together we stand, dividedwe fall. A wonderful slogan for us all. We can do it. I's time to make a change. Things can be arranged. Stop the violence, the drugs, and all the crime we face. Let's lead the world to brighter days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079936555579787?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079936555579787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079936555579787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/together-we-stand.html' title='Together We Stand'/><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-18505400.post-115741630143703133</id><published>2006-12-04T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:07:09.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These 13 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When was the last time you cried? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday at church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever faked sick? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What was the last lie you said? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not sure, don't lie too often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever cried during a movie? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who was the last person you couldn't take your eyes off of? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deangelowilliams.org/dwilliams/"&gt;DeAngelo Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever danced in the rain? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever been drunk? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever tried tried drugs? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you smoke? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's the farthest you've ever gone on a dare? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never been dared to do anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your full name? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy Jean Vaughnn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your blood-type? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever been in a car accident? &lt;span style="color:#00007d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-115741630143703133?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/115741630143703133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/115741630143703133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2006/09/these-13-questions.html' title='These 13 Questions'/><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-18505400.post-3711752826204224046</id><published>2006-11-06T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Sunny Days</title><content type='html'>The sun is shining on me day by day.&lt;br /&gt;I have found a brighter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry, no need to fear.&lt;br /&gt;Because the God I serve is always near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days find me smiling wide.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles all around fill my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God who substaineth me.&lt;br /&gt;If it had not been for Him, I couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sunny days that grace my day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I found a brighter way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-3711752826204224046?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/3711752826204224046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/3711752826204224046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunny-days.html' title='Sunny Days'/><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-18505400.post-9043202914460397604</id><published>2006-10-03T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Nobody Like Jesus</title><content type='html'>Nobody like Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it time and time before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, it seems,&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning it more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was once a phrase I heard mama say.&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand it more every time I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nobody like Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;He's The First and He's The Last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nobody like Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;He's knows my future, present, and past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was once a phrase I heard mama say.&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand it more every time I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that Jesus loves me,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't make it without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord,&lt;br /&gt;That I can call You Friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-9043202914460397604?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/9043202914460397604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/9043202914460397604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2006/10/nobody-like-jesus.html' title='Nobody Like Jesus'/><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-18505400.post-115741643884366143</id><published>2006-09-04T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:35:43.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgerrin James Is At The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.edgerrinjames.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Edgerrin James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is at the FSU - UofM game.  It is so cool that former players from UofM come back and support the current players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-115741643884366143?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/115741643884366143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/115741643884366143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2006/09/edgerrin-james-is-at-game.html' title='Edgerrin James Is At The Game'/><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-18505400.post-115741427060965325</id><published>2006-09-04T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:59:11.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami vs. Florida State</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am watching the Miami - Florida State game.  This is going to be interesting.  I am not sure who I am rooting for at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is going to be a great game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-115741427060965325?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/115741427060965325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/115741427060965325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2006/09/miami-vs-florida-state.html' title='Miami vs. Florida State'/><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-18505400.post-115471158467532139</id><published>2006-08-04T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:14:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>45 Random Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone came up with these. I thought I would answer them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your favorite color? &lt;strong&gt;Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you like poetry? &lt;strong&gt;Yes, I write it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you take a lot of pictures? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you sentimental? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have a pen pal? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What colors are your kitchen? &lt;strong&gt;White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How often do you iron? &lt;strong&gt;When I need to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you sleep with a light on? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What temperature is too hot for you? &lt;strong&gt;95&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you get the hiccups a lot? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have painted toenails? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's your favorite dessert? &lt;strong&gt;Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How old are your children? &lt;strong&gt;Don't have any&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's the fastest speed you've ever travelled in a car? Who were you with? &lt;strong&gt;85, No one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you good to yourself? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you prefer white, whole wheat, rye, or other? &lt;strong&gt;Wheat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your family's favorite meal? &lt;strong&gt;Whatever my mother cooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About how many movies do you watch in a month? &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you always tell when someone is lying to you? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you use paper or cloth napkins? &lt;strong&gt;Paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What brand of toilet paper do you use? &lt;strong&gt;Whatever's on sale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the biggest book in your house? &lt;strong&gt;Strong's Exhaustive Concordance of the Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How much sleep do you need at night in order to feel rested in the morning? &lt;strong&gt;8 to 9 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you chew gum? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you hoard change, or do you get rid of it as soon as you can? &lt;strong&gt;Hoard it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is something you would love to learn about? &lt;strong&gt;Music production&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How often do you use hand lotion? &lt;strong&gt;All the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What color are your eyes? &lt;strong&gt;Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you change a tire by yourself? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you own a sewing machine? If yes, how often do you use it? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How often do you cook a hot breakfast? &lt;strong&gt;Mostly on the weekends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you snack at night? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever had organic ice cream? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you color your hair? If yes, how long have you been coloring it? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you use a water filtering system? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you carry in your purse? &lt;strong&gt;The normal stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What/who wakes you up in the morning? &lt;strong&gt;God and then the Alarm clock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is the furniture in your living room comfortable? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you wear makeup every day? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you like Martha Stewart? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you organized? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you own encyclopedias? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever read: The Picture of Dorian Gray? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever seen the movie? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 6px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you ever lie about your age? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-115471158467532139?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/115471158467532139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/115471158467532139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2006/08/45-random-questions.html' title='45 Random Questions'/><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-18505400.post-115471099685271146</id><published>2006-08-04T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:07:18.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have an air conditioner?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have a dog?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many mirrors do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you sun bathe?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you swim?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What color is your vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How long has it been since you rode a bike?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many years apart are your kids from each other?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are you wearing on your feet right now?&lt;br /&gt;Air sport slides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many toilets are in your home?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-115471099685271146?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/115471099685271146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/115471099685271146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for Fun'/><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-18505400.post-113079634162243505</id><published>2004-02-16T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Love Left Her Mark</title><content type='html'>I kept hearing, "Some day your change is gonna come."&lt;br /&gt;I kept hearing, "Sometimes you got to hold on."&lt;br /&gt;I began to believe my change wasn't ever gonna come.&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up and decided not to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Love came by one day.&lt;br /&gt;She whispered in my ear, "Stay strong."&lt;br /&gt;She hinted, "Help is on the way."&lt;br /&gt;She declared, "It won't be long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words rang true in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;With her words I could move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Her words gave me a new start.&lt;br /&gt;God told my feet where to head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love left her mark.&lt;br /&gt;Her words were true, telling me to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Love's word, gave me a spark.&lt;br /&gt;In waiting, God sent me a mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not expecting anything other than work.&lt;br /&gt;Surely wasn't looking for whom I found.&lt;br /&gt;I really like God's system of perks.&lt;br /&gt;God's perks can lift our heart up from the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079634162243505?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079634162243505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079634162243505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2004/02/love-left-her-mark.html' title='Love Left Her Mark'/><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-18505400.post-113079473161339395</id><published>2004-02-16T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Thank You, Love</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Love,&lt;br /&gt;For giving my mother a heart to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Love,&lt;br /&gt;For giving my father a heart to feed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Love,&lt;br /&gt;For giving my family the hearts to share with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Love,&lt;br /&gt;For giving my friends the hearts to stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Love,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me a heart to love all those around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079473161339395?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079473161339395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079473161339395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2004/02/thank-you-love.html' title='Thank You, Love'/><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-18505400.post-113079642348635356</id><published>2004-01-19T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Life Hurts Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Lord, I am crying out to You.&lt;br /&gt;There are some things I am going through.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in pain and my soul hurts, too.&lt;br /&gt;If You don't help me, I can't make it through.&lt;br /&gt;These crazy folk done worried my nerves,&lt;br /&gt;I just need to hear from You, just one word.&lt;br /&gt;God, You are the only one who understands.&lt;br /&gt;Please guide my feet as You hold my hands.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in pain and my soul hurts, too.&lt;br /&gt;If You don't help me, I can't make it through.&lt;br /&gt;Life's up and down have gotten to me.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am crying out to Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Father, please, please hear my earnest plea.&lt;br /&gt;Father, I am crying out on my bended knee.&lt;br /&gt;I need Your peace that I can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Unto Thee I have stretched my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, life hurts sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079642348635356?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079642348635356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079642348635356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2004/01/life-hurts-sometimes.html' title='Life Hurts 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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079648354724514</id><published>2003-12-13T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>My Christmas Love</title><content type='html'>My Christmas Love isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;He's gone, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad and despondent.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no happy holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about he &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;I have his present under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;I keep on wondering time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;Does he have a present for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have happy thoughts of him.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish him Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;He has happy thoughts of me.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hear him say, "Merry Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Carols don't sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;There won't be any Christmas cheer.&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas lights don't seem the same.&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas Love isn't here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079648354724514?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079648354724514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079648354724514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-christmas-love.html' title='My Christmas Love'/><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-18505400.post-113079645312882295</id><published>2003-12-13T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna See You</title><content type='html'>You keep saying,&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be home for Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing,&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait to get there."&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really miss you!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see you,&lt;br /&gt;So, don't come by.&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079645312882295?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079645312882295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079645312882295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-dont-wanna-see-you.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna See 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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079892235031239</id><published>2003-07-15T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I Feel Like a Raggedy Wash Cloth</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like a raggedy wash cloth.  Because I am used as a last resort.  And I am all out of sorts.  No one calls on me until no one else comes.  Most of the time I am treated like a bum.  Sometimes I feel like a raggedy wash cloth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079892235031239?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079892235031239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079892235031239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/07/sometimes-i-feel-like-raggedy-wash.html' title='Sometimes I Feel Like a Raggedy Wash Cloth'/><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-18505400.post-113079653612070114</id><published>2003-07-15T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Undivided</title><content type='html'>Undivided I shall stand tall. Undivided one for all. Undivided forever to be.  Undivided the future I wish to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stand undivided looking towards the end. Looking for the answer, to help my fellowmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make the world better for everyone. For my mother, her brother, and his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance I shall stand. Given a chance I know I can. Undivided I shall stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079653612070114?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079653612070114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079653612070114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/07/undivided.html' title='Undivided'/><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-18505400.post-113080020897734726</id><published>2003-06-21T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A Farewell Note to You</title><content type='html'>I have tried so hard just to let you know.  Everything I feel, but it's time I let you go.  No questions are being answered, No mysteries being solved.  I have tried over and over to get you involved.  It was but that one special moment that we deeply shared.  That made my life go beyond despair.  You gave my life hope when there was none.  You made my life's race a little easier to run.  Thank you for all that you have given me.  My life was made happier indeed.  The time has come for me to say bye.  I guess we can give someone else a try.  I hope we can still say hi when we meet.  I hope perhaps a hug when we greet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113080020897734726?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113080020897734726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113080020897734726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/06/farewell-note-to-you.html' title='A Farewell Note to 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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113080023001726585</id><published>2003-06-20T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A Dagger to Her Heart</title><content type='html'>Just like in "A Poison Tree," I have let my anger get the better of me.  I would really like to see it happen to her, death from a poisoned tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some form of justice would be gladdening.  But a dagger to her heart would be saddening.  I could get caught and go to jail.  But a poisoned tree would leave me innocent, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dagger to Girlfriend's heart would bring more pleasure.  And the death I might just treasure.  Alas, I can't do it, for, I don't have the guts.  I sure wish I knew someone with a poisoned tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113080023001726585?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113080023001726585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113080023001726585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/06/dagger-to-her-heart.html' title='A Dagger to Her Heart'/><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-18505400.post-113080018089991965</id><published>2003-06-18T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>All Alone</title><content type='html'>All alone she sits in darkness, no one to share her tears with.  All alone she contemplates the very tempting myth.  All alone she wonders why hatred exists.  She thinks often of all those who the Savior, they resist.    All alone she sits waiting  by the phone for one simple call.  She sits waiting by the door, but no one invites her to the mall.  All alone she does nothing, whatsoever.  All alone, she is lonely forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113080018089991965?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113080018089991965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113080018089991965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/06/all-alone.html' title='All Alone'/><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-18505400.post-113080025184501416</id><published>2003-06-15T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>(Maybe I'm Not) Over Him</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm not over him.  Maybe I still wish a friend.  He could be to me.  Together forever be.  Maybe I'm not over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone.  Gone away.  Maybe I'm not over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.  My hearts still hearts to the core.  I don't know what to do.  Oh, Lord, please help me to go through.  Cause maybe I'm not over him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113080025184501416?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113080025184501416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113080025184501416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/06/maybe-im-not-over-him.html' title='(Maybe I&apos;m Not) Over Him'/><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-18505400.post-113079657655747952</id><published>2003-06-06T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Summer Time, Wonderful Time</title><content type='html'>Summer time&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#8217;s a wonderful time&lt;br /&gt;Summer time&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#8217;s a wonderful time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds are flying&lt;br /&gt;No children crying&lt;br /&gt;Flowers bud with blooms&lt;br /&gt;There are no vacant hotel rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splashing in the water hose&lt;br /&gt;This is not the time of the runny nose&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines bright&lt;br /&gt;Way into the coming night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is showing their legs&lt;br /&gt;No one is coloring Easter eggs&lt;br /&gt;A number of gardens are growing tall&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#8217;s Summer Time; we&amp;#8217;ve got no troubles at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&amp;#8217;s no school going on&lt;br /&gt;Children, the streets at this time they own&lt;br /&gt;They are the rulers, kings, and queens of the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Until their mothers call them to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the highways, license plates from everywhere&lt;br /&gt;From the windows, you can see the blowing hair&lt;br /&gt;Around and around everything goes&lt;br /&gt;When does it stop, everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;The last week of August the first week in September&lt;br /&gt;Summer is over, let&amp;#8217;s take time to reflect and remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer time&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#8217;s a wonderful time&lt;br /&gt;Summer time&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#8217;s a wonderful time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079657655747952?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079657655747952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079657655747952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/06/summer-time-wonderful-time.html' title='Summer Time, Wonderful Time'/><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-18505400.post-113079976352621426</id><published>2003-05-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>It's So Hard</title><content type='html'>It's so hard...&lt;br /&gt;To do what I do&lt;br /&gt;For me to get through&lt;br /&gt;Trying time after time&lt;br /&gt;To free up my mind&lt;br /&gt;To be me in this day and age&lt;br /&gt;That's why I writing this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would lift me up and turn my heart around.&lt;br /&gt;It's so heavily bound.&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer stand the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard...&lt;br /&gt;To do what I do&lt;br /&gt;For me to get through&lt;br /&gt;Just to be me&lt;br /&gt;Just to be C&lt;br /&gt;To please everyone&lt;br /&gt;To get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep trying as I always do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep trying to get through,&lt;br /&gt;This whole nasty mess.&lt;br /&gt;This awful unrest.&lt;br /&gt;And when I do the whole world will know.&lt;br /&gt;Because I will be able to go,&lt;br /&gt;And do all the things that I long for.&lt;br /&gt;And live happily forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079976352621426?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079976352621426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079976352621426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/its-so-hard.html' title='It&apos;s So Hard'/><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-18505400.post-113079973997197306</id><published>2003-05-16T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>It Was You</title><content type='html'>It was you that came to my house last night.  All that noise caused such an ugly sight.  You told everyone all those lies.  You made me want to cry.  You dogged everyone out.  You made everyone doubt.  You sure caused a lot of trouble, More than you're really worth.  Stop treating people like they are dirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079973997197306?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079973997197306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079973997197306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/it-was-you.html' title='It Was 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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079970806005592</id><published>2003-05-16T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Love's Taking Its Tole</title><content type='html'>Love's taking its tole on me.  And I have many regrets.  Is this as good as it gets?  No love affair is worthy to be mentioned.  There is not a one, there is no retention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of endless relationships that go no where.  My heart hurts and my eyes can no longer shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's taking its tole on me.  And I haven't a clue.  Just tell me, what am I to do?  There is not so much as a simple hi.  But there are many good byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's taking its tole on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079970806005592?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079970806005592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079970806005592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/loves-taking-its-tole.html' title='Love&apos;s Taking Its Tole'/><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-18505400.post-113079968395678724</id><published>2003-05-16T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>This is My Life (Please Let Me Live)</title><content type='html'>I'm absolutely positive, this is my life, please let me live.  I'm tired of you telling me what to do.  I just really wish that you could understand.  I don't need you to hold me hand.  I've grown up if you'd like to see.  Just take a look at me.  I have changed and so has my look.  My body's changed, but I still don't cook.  I'm just asking for a little space.  Just let me run my own life's race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079968395678724?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079968395678724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079968395678724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/this-is-my-life-please-let-me-live.html' title='This is My Life (Please Let Me Live)'/><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-18505400.post-113079966175459985</id><published>2003-05-16T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>What Are You Doing To Me?</title><content type='html'>What are you doing to me?  Because you really got me going.  I'm going out of my mind, are you a waste of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to me?  Give me your answer now, for tomorrow I may not feel the same.  You said you needed a little more time.  Time is running out.  Make up your mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to me?  Don't say you love me when you hate me.  Just tell me it's me you want.  Cause I will leave if you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079966175459985?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079966175459985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079966175459985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/what-are-you-doing-to-me.html' title='What Are You Doing To 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-18505400.post-113079961431726564</id><published>2003-05-16T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>With the Sickness</title><content type='html'>With the sickness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go many places.  You can't see many faces.  You can't have a party.  You're not well, hardly.  Just discussing life's dilemmas and all.  You know you can't go to the mall.  You can't see your friends.  You day seems to never end.  You get bored beyond repair.  You often need more air.  You really don't have any fun.  You can't even run.  You don't have much to say.  You could upchuck and you may.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079961431726564?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079961431726564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079961431726564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/with-sickness.html' title='With the Sickness'/><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-18505400.post-113079661033750600</id><published>2003-05-15T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Singing</title><content type='html'>I'd like to write a song that the whole world could sing.  I'd like to write a song that would cause bells to ring.  But for now I'm stuck with writing songs that only I can sing.  One day though the whole world will sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will sing, a song I write.  I should get started now, before the fall of night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079661033750600?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079661033750600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079661033750600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/singing.html' title='Singing'/><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-18505400.post-113079738913771586</id><published>2003-05-01T14:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Parents</title><content type='html'>We all have them in our lives.  We all need them to help us cope with strife.  We all need them to give us love.  We also need them to give us hugs.  We should give thanks God above.  We all should be thankful for their love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079738913771586?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079738913771586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079738913771586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/parents.html' title='Parents'/><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-18505400.post-113079736940683324</id><published>2003-05-01T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Quiet Time</title><content type='html'>Silence, no more noise please.&lt;br /&gt;Noise, something of a disease.&lt;br /&gt;Cats purring&lt;br /&gt;Cars turning&lt;br /&gt;Bells clanging&lt;br /&gt;Butter churning&lt;br /&gt;Dogs barking&lt;br /&gt;Trash cans banging&lt;br /&gt;Babies crying&lt;br /&gt;Lane changing&lt;br /&gt;Fish frying&lt;br /&gt;Beans burning&lt;br /&gt;Kids fussing&lt;br /&gt;Stomachs turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet time please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079736940683324?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079736940683324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079736940683324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet Time'/><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-18505400.post-113079734840429656</id><published>2003-05-01T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>She Said, "I Love You."</title><content type='html'>It was such a special moment.  Now that I think about it.  It seems very scary, that strange event.  I was really feeling rotten that day.  Lower than low, I must say.  I just went over to say a long hi.  Then an even shorter goodbye.  She looked up at me with those longing, sad eyes.  And said, &amp;#8220;Yes, I do love you.&amp;#8221;  I just stood there for awhile.  Then my face smiled a wonderful smile.  I almost started to cry.  Because some elderly lady, who half of the time did not know whether she was coming or going said, &amp;#8220;I love you.&amp;#8221;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never for that day.  It is embedded in my memory forever to stay.  All because she said, &amp;#8220;I love you.&amp;#8221;  &amp;#8220;&amp;#8230;Be careful, for some have entertained angels unaware."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079734840429656?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079734840429656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079734840429656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/she-said-i-love-you.html' title='She Said, &quot;I Love You.&quot;'/><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-18505400.post-113079732787337678</id><published>2003-05-01T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>She's A Honey</title><content type='html'>Girlie's fine.  You know that's true.  Girlie look good.  What do I do?  She's a honey.  Finer than new money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a honey. &lt;b&gt;Candy&lt;/b&gt;-coated chocolate bunny.  She's sweet.  So petite.  A small brown frame that's headed for fame.  Pretty brown eyes you the make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a honey.  And it ain't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, boy, I know you talking about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079732787337678?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079732787337678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079732787337678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/05/shes-honey.html' title='She&apos;s A Honey'/><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-18505400.post-113079749709074603</id><published>2003-03-28T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>When I Look At You</title><content type='html'>When I look at you, all the chaos seems worthwhile.  I can't help but smile.  My heart skips a beat.  My eyes, I wish yours would meet.  I really want to scream.  Oh, how I love to daydream.  I don't know what to do.  I would really liketo scream.  I say nothing at all.  The world seems so small.  I open my mouth to speak, but the words from it, they do not leak.  Nothing I do seems right.  My days, your smile makes bright.  Your name I wish to call.  I say nothing at all when I look at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079749709074603?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079749709074603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079749709074603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/when-i-look-at-you.html' title='When I Look At 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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079747997604249</id><published>2003-03-28T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>What's for Dinner?</title><content type='html'>What's for dinner?  Cause I'm hungry.  What's for dinner?  I wanna be fed.  What's for dinner?  Cause I'm starving.  What's for dinner?  Cause I'm marveling at the food on the table.  What's for dinner?  Cause I want food.  What's for dinner?  I'm in the mood.  The mood to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079747997604249?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079747997604249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079747997604249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for Dinner?'/><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-18505400.post-113079746045789150</id><published>2003-03-28T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Valentine, Valentine</title><content type='html'>Valentine's day is a very special day.  You spend it with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am really trying to say is, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please.  Oh, please.  My valentine be.  Be my valentine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079746045789150?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079746045789150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079746045789150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/valentine-valentine.html' title='Valentine, Valentine'/><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-18505400.post-113079743320210942</id><published>2003-03-28T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Only Thinking of You</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here now, just thinking of you.  I really wish I knew what to do.  I hope forever that you were here too.  Then we could be together, just me and you.  How lonely it seems when you are not around.  But when I hear from you, my frown is flipped upside down.  Will we ever see each other again?  If we don't, that might just be a sin.  I really miss you.  I really do.  I am thinking of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079743320210942?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079743320210942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079743320210942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/only-thinking-of-you.html' title='Only Thinking of 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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079740692168046</id><published>2003-03-28T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Open Up Your Heart</title><content type='html'>Open up your heart and let me come in I just want to be your friend.  Every problem you have, I can take the danger.  Every pain you have, I can take the anger.  All the hurt you feel, I can take the tears.  All the pain you feel, I can take the fears.  When you&amp;#8217;re in trouble, I&amp;#8217;ll be there.  When you&amp;#8217;re in trouble, I&amp;#8217;ll care.  I just wanna be your friend.  I&amp;#8217;ll stick by you to the end.  I&amp;#8217;ll be there when you need me.  Open up your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079740692168046?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079740692168046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079740692168046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/open-up-your-heart.html' title='Open Up Your Heart'/><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-18505400.post-113079958199467077</id><published>2003-03-20T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Feel No Shame</title><content type='html'>Don't you feel shame when you're huffing and puffing, but you ain't saying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame when you're talking much noise with all your boys.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame when you're all alone, witting, waiting by the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame when you're throwing things away and some people have nothing for days and days.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame when you smile in their face, but frown in their back, such a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame when you're perpretrating a fraud and breaking all the laws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079958199467077?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079958199467077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079958199467077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/feel-no-shame.html' title='Feel No Shame'/><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-18505400.post-113079952330381945</id><published>2003-03-20T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Feelings.  Why must we feel so much hurt?  Why are we sometimes treated like dirt?  Why do we experience awful pain?  Why do love we sometimes gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many feelings, sometimes I don't understand.  We have separate feelings, that only you can comprehend.  There are so many things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much we can say.  But for the moment, I am having a sad day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings.  Why can't we say what we fell?  Why are they sometimes not real?  Why do we sometimes hide?  Why can't we tell what's inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no one knows how I really feel.  Because often times the truth I conceal.  There are so many things to talk about.  There is much we say say.  But for the moment, I am having a sad day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079952330381945?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079952330381945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079952330381945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><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-18505400.post-113079940678924355</id><published>2003-03-20T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>He's The Drugman</title><content type='html'>I saw some kids playing in the park.  I saw some kids playing before dark.  They were just chillin in the sandbox.  Throwing sand into each others curly locks.  And along he came as cold as ice.  This man is not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some boys playing some basketball.  In came the Drugman stepping tall.  He told the boys, "I can help you improve your game."  He told the boys, "Just watch my game."  With a smirk and a grin.  He lead them in.  Into a world so cold.  A world so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl standing on the street.  No food she has to eat.  But yet her body she has sold.  While she's laying out in the cold.  Every week she waits for the Drugman.  Every week he puts them in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the Drugman.  He'll make you an offer that to refuse.  He'll give you something you can't use.  He's real bad news.  He'll have you crying the blues.  He's the Drugman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your mother crying in the storm.  In the church the people sit, it's so warm.  The preacher preaches a sermon so sad.  Telling how awful and bad.  That drugs can be for you.  Telling the others not to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079940678924355?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079940678924355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079940678924355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/hes-drugman.html' title='He&apos;s The Drugman'/><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-18505400.post-113079934374996546</id><published>2003-03-20T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Hate This Awful Place</title><content type='html'>I hate this awful place, because it has no concern, because no respect I earn, because no one talks, because I often walk, because often times I feel pain, because there is only rain.  I hate this awful place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079934374996546?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079934374996546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079934374996546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-hate-this-awful-place.html' title='I Hate This Awful Place'/><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-18505400.post-113079932104196488</id><published>2003-03-20T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>War, what is it all about?  It's a scary thing, without a doubt.  Why must we fight?  Isn't there another way, that would seem right.  It is very scary to me.  Oh God, I pray, please keep me safe, for at least another day.  Oh God, I pray, please, Father please, make war go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079932104196488?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079932104196488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079932104196488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/war.html' title='War'/><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-18505400.post-113079930076314845</id><published>2003-03-20T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Wish I Could Cry</title><content type='html'>I'm like a bottle full to the brim.  If I find no relief, it might just end.  I'm about to burst wide open where I stand.  I wish I could cry.  And let the tears fall from my eyes.  But alas I can't, it's sad.  And it often makes me mad.  I want to cry and I won't.  I want to cry and I don't.  Why can't I cry?  Why do no tears fall from my eyes?  The pain, The fears, The sadness, No tears.  The anger, The jeers, The hurt, No tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could cry.  And let the tears fall from my eyes.  But alas I can't, it's sad.  And it often makes me mad.  I wish I could cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079930076314845?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079930076314845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079930076314845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-wish-i-could-cry.html' title='I Wish I Could Cry'/><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-18505400.post-113079752178076214</id><published>2003-03-20T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Story of A Best Friend</title><content type='html'>This best friend is far more beautiful than the average man can imagine.  The way she makes men quiver as she walks by should be a sin.  She is nice, sweet, loving, friendly, and most of all kind.  And her being my best friend is one thing I don&amp;#8217;t mind.  Who she is one might ask.  If you want to find out, be prepared for a task.  I will never tell this precious secret.  It is for me to know and you to find out.  The story of a best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079752178076214?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079752178076214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079752178076214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/story-of-best-friend.html' title='The Story of A Best Friend'/><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-18505400.post-113079834774429276</id><published>2003-03-03T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Here's My Heart</title><content type='html'>Here's my heart.  I am giving it to you.  It has come into view.  I believe that you are the one.  Let's get together and have some fun.  Maybe today.  Maybe on tomorrow.  Do you have a car or will you have to borrow?  Cause, I ain't walking anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079834774429276?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079834774429276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079834774429276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/heres-my-heart.html' title='Here&apos;s My Heart'/><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-18505400.post-113079826589382726</id><published>2003-03-03T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Had a Dream Last Night</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night.  Love was in the air, flowers were in bloom.  Feelings were alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night.  Evil roamed very near.  While the air reeked of gloom.  Feelings were not so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night.  No one had any hair.  No houses had any rooms.  Can feelings ever be right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079826589382726?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079826589382726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079826589382726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-had-dream-last-night.html' title='I Had a Dream Last Night'/><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-18505400.post-113079766272018730</id><published>2003-03-03T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Have A Dream</title><content type='html'>I have a dream.  That one-day we all will be able to live together.  There will be no threat of war, total domination; everyone will live like brothers.  We all will sing a song.  The song will know no color, no race, no creed, no place.  All the people will be able to shake hands without knowing a special one.  If there is a job, it will get done.  Without any hassle, without a fight.  We will be able to see the breaking of dawn; we can see the light.  This can happen one day I know, All we have to do is to wait for that day to come!  Lord, when will it come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079766272018730?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079766272018730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079766272018730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have 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-18505400.post-113079764327836180</id><published>2003-03-03T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Need To Know; (Me You, You Me)</title><content type='html'>When first we met, I was nervous.  I could not say what I really felt.  Because your smile made mw melt.  To continue on, to whom does your heart belong?  All I could say was, "What's your name?"  Then you asked me the same.  We talked of music, friends, and life.  But I failed to ask, Do you have a wife?  I did not even get a number or anything.  I did get Larry Springfield, "I'm Just A Man."  To quote from Men At Large, "Would you like to dance with me?"  Is it possible, me you, you me?  I wonder if you recall my name?  Shall I tell you it once again?  Even  if we can only be friends, That would be nice.  Friends add such spice to life.  I heard Brian McKnight sing, "I was too afraid to ask you, but I need to know, is this the way love goes?"  I Need To Know&amp;#8230;  Me You, You Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079764327836180?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079764327836180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079764327836180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-need-to-know-me-you-you-me.html' title='I Need To Know; (Me You, You 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-18505400.post-113079761215126293</id><published>2003-03-03T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Shoulda Been An Athlete</title><content type='html'>I shoulda been an athlete As much as I jump around.  Shooting baskets in the air All those imagery touchdowns.  I shoulda been an athlete I got a good victory dance.  When I score a touchdown  You gotta see my touchdown stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing ball around the way.  Thought I was really doing something great.  Somebody told me, "You sure look pretty when you play, But you just and got no game."  I walked off mad,  Because it was true, that's the shame.  I shoulda been an athlete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079761215126293?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079761215126293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079761215126293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-shoulda-been-athlete.html' title='I Shoulda Been An Athlete'/><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-18505400.post-113079759405625250</id><published>2003-03-03T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>It’s The Only Way That I Can Say It!</title><content type='html'>There is something that I want to say, And say it I may, I just may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand my though, I hope my hint can be caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like you and I think you&amp;#8217;re fine.  I have but one thought, that you will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I&amp;#8217;m really trying to say, Is can we go out some night or day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in verse you might ask.  In verse, this seems an easier task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not my humor or my wit.  It&amp;#8217;s the only way that I can say it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079759405625250?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079759405625250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079759405625250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/its-only-way-that-i-can-say-it.html' title='It’s The Only Way That I Can Say It!'/><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-18505400.post-113079756348644397</id><published>2003-03-03T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I've A New Friend</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to that very special friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve a new friend and his name is James.  Maybe it isn&amp;#8217;t, but what&amp;#8217;s in a name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve a new friend and his name is Paul.  Maybe it isn&amp;#8217;t, but we can still go to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve a new friend and his name is Chris.  Maybe it isn&amp;#8217;t, but during Spring Break, him I&amp;#8217;ll miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve a new friend and his name is Rick.  Maybe it isn&amp;#8217;t, but he doesn&amp;#8217;t make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve a new friend and his name is Greg.  Maybe it isn&amp;#8217;t when he&amp;#8217;s embarrassed he can&amp;#8217;t turn red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve a new friend and I won&amp;#8217;t tell you his name.  When he reads this nothing will change.  I&amp;#8217;ve mentioned his name maybe once or twice, maybe even three times,&lt;/P&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079756348644397?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079756348644397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079756348644397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/ive-new-friend.html' title='I&apos;ve A New Friend'/><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-18505400.post-113079754078753449</id><published>2003-03-03T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Just Riding the Wave</title><content type='html'>Strangers come and strangers go&lt;br /&gt;None of them I get to know&lt;br /&gt;I just watch as they go by&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I get to say hi&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;m just riding the wave&lt;br /&gt;Chilling and all&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying life and trying not to fall&lt;br /&gt;By the wayside, into drugs and other stuff&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell ya it can get ruff&lt;br /&gt;There&amp;#8217;s so much negative influence around&lt;br /&gt;It can make a person feel down&lt;br /&gt;I just say a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And keep riding the wave&lt;br /&gt;Being cool and trying to behave&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that&amp;#8217;s what I do&lt;br /&gt;Riding the wave -- cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079754078753449?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079754078753449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079754078753449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/03/just-riding-wave.html' title='Just Riding the Wave'/><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-18505400.post-113079986339671008</id><published>2003-02-19T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Cutting Class</title><content type='html'>Cutting class is a stupid thang to do.  Don't be dumb, don&amp;#8217;t play the fool.  Just because your friends do it, don't you.  Being a follower isn't always cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting class can cause you a lot of problems.  Don't be dumb, don't play the fool.  Take the time to face your problems, resolve them.  Being a follower isn't always cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting class is something only suckers do.  Don't be dumb, don't play the fool.  Be different.  Why don't you?  Being a follower isn't always cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a sucker!  You're riding the roll far from total control.  Being a follower isn't always cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079986339671008?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079986339671008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079986339671008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/cutting-class.html' title='Cutting Class'/><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-18505400.post-113079983953585227</id><published>2003-02-19T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Depending On You</title><content type='html'>I was depending on you, and you let me down.  You left me in the dust like a really bad clown.  I was lost.  For depending on you, I paid a costly cost.  I shall never be the same again because of you.  It's my fault.  What am I going to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079983953585227?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079983953585227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079983953585227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/depending-on-you.html' title='Depending On 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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18505400.post-113079978559112149</id><published>2003-02-19T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Feel No Shame</title><content type='html'>Don't you feel shame when you're huffing and puffing, but you ain't saying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame when you're talking much noise with all your boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame when you're all alone, witting, waiting by the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame when you're throwing things away and some people have nothing for days and days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame when you smile in their face, but frown in their back, such a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame when you're perpretrating a fraud and breaking all the laws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079978559112149?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079978559112149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079978559112149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/feel-no-shame.html' title='Feel No Shame'/><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-18505400.post-113079885962417296</id><published>2003-02-18T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>All the Questions</title><content type='html'>I have so many questions and that's the truth.  Why call a candy bar Baby Ruth?  I have so many questions and I have no anwers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did my forefathers have to say yes mame and no sir?  I guess if I keep living, the answers will come clear.  But why make an alcoholic beverage and call it beer?  I ask others for answers and they know not.  Why do we need medicine given as shots?  I have read books for miles and miles.  But why do people choose not to smile?  Why do we have cars and boats?  Why are we constantly at each others throats?  What are the 1000 Points of Light?  Why do all the freaks come out at night?  Why do some have a chemical love?  Why this creature called the dove?  Why is it so meek and mild?  Why is the tiger so fiery and wild?  Why not have black people and whites the same?  Why must we call each other names?  Why would you wanna go outside in the rain?  Why do we always shift the blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are but a few questions that I ask, Because the truth I wish to unmask.  Like why have the colors green and chartreuse?  Why do some lie and not tell the truth?  Why must one get freaky and go downtown?  Why would I wanna go round and round?  Why all these songs that really make no sense?  And why all my money on them I have spent?  Well, I guess when it comes to questions, I have a lot.  Like why do we call nose mucus snot?  I really have to go because this could go on all night.  Why is day, day and night, night?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep searching and wait for the event, That will tell me why all this time was spent.  Why did I ask all these questions?  Why do we have four seasons?  Maybe one day in the future the answers will come clear.  But for now, why is a deer (dear) called deer (dear)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079885962417296?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079885962417296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079885962417296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/all-questions.html' title='All the Questions'/><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-18505400.post-113079880501631772</id><published>2003-02-18T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Can I Say... (Thank You One Time)</title><content type='html'>I just want to say thanks the best way I know how.  You are probably reading this right about now.  Can I say thank you one time?  Let me bust a funky rhyme.  You made me day much better, When I got your letter.  So I sat down and took pad to pen.  Can I say thank you once again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079880501631772?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079880501631772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079880501631772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/can-i-say-thank-you-one-time.html' title='Can I Say... (Thank You One Time)'/><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-18505400.post-113079877848943189</id><published>2003-02-18T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Easter Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I keep asking myself, what is Easter all about?  I know the answer, but there is still doubt.  Why all the new dresses with pink bows and new hats?  Why the cute little bunnies and the furry little cats?  Why all the new suits for sons and dads alike?  Why all those colorful ties and matching handkerchiefs on the side?  Why hide eggs so little kids can find?  Why have a special dinner for the family to dine?  Why gather grandmother, grandfather, aunts, and all?  Why not have a tree that stands tall?  Why not roast a turkey or some other bird?  Why not get together and say a special word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus rose from the grave.  Isn't that the real reason?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus rose from the grave.  Isn't that why this special season?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079877848943189?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079877848943189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079877848943189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/easter-thoughts.html' title='Easter Thoughts'/><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-18505400.post-113079867813672756</id><published>2003-02-18T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Grandmother</title><content type='html'>Grandma I would like to tell you something I never got the chance to say.  Now I might have to wait until judgement day.  I waited a little too late, Just a little too late.  For now, all I can say is, &amp;#8220;I love you.&amp;#8221;  And that I do.  Grandmother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079867813672756?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079867813672756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079867813672756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/grandmother.html' title='Grandmother'/><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-18505400.post-113079861023291890</id><published>2003-02-18T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Hallowed Halls</title><content type='html'>As I walk down these hallowed halls, life seems so calm.  Nothing can go wrong, but it is always darkest before the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk down these hallowed halls, life seems so tragic.  People die, people cry, and most things occur like magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk down these hallowed halls, life seems to not matter so much.  In these hallowed halls, life is filled with a special touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hallowed halls of life are filled with amazing things.  These hallowed halls, life they often bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079861023291890?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079861023291890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079861023291890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/hallowed-halls.html' title='Hallowed Halls'/><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-18505400.post-113079858562721131</id><published>2003-02-18T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy To Be Alive</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to be alive on this very day.  I have a cold and a runny nose, But things are still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have picture after picture hanging on my walls.  Although I can't say I know any of them at all.  Mom's out of town and my father is too.  I called them to say, "How do you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not say much more.  Why?  Because someone is knocking at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later for now.  Check you in awhile.  Don't worry be happy.  Let me see you smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079858562721131?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079858562721131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079858562721131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/happy-to-be-alive.html' title='Happy To Be Alive'/><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-18505400.post-113079856720018918</id><published>2003-02-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy To Be Alive 2</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to be alive on this very day.  I still have a cold and a runny nose, But things are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter in the mail.  When I read it, I think I heard bells.  Maybe I didn't, maybe I did?  I'm just being myself, a silly kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's in another state and some other people too.  I can't call all them, but maybe I could I try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not say much more.  Why?  No one is knocking at my door.  But Johnny Gill is singing his song.  It's about to go off, that didn't take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later for now.  Check you in awhile.  Don't worry be happy.  I'm gonna smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079856720018918?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079856720018918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079856720018918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/happy-to-be-alive-2.html' title='Happy To Be Alive 2'/><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-18505400.post-113079851431405058</id><published>2003-02-18T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy To Be Alive 3</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to be alive on this very day.  I keep hoping my cold will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church on Sunday.  And today is Monday.  Pastor preached a sermon of grace.  I saw smiles fill the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people in places I don't know.  Do you know anyone from Idaho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not say much more.  Why?  I have to pick my clothes up off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later for now.  Check you in awhile.  Don't worry be happy.  I think I saw a cat smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079851431405058?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079851431405058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079851431405058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/happy-to-be-alive-3.html' title='Happy To Be Alive 3'/><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-18505400.post-113079840056110379</id><published>2003-02-18T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy To Be Alive 4</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to be alive on this very day.  Do I still have a cold or has it gone away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today begins Black History Month.  In a new year, the second month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ancestors sure were great.  They conquered many things, that's why we celebrate.  Famous folk and stars galore.  What does my future have in store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not say much more.  Why?  Because I'm going to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later for now.  Check you in awhile.  Don't worry be happy.  Find a reason to smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079840056110379?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079840056110379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079840056110379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/happy-to-be-alive-4.html' title='Happy To Be Alive 4'/><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-18505400.post-113079837541390220</id><published>2003-02-18T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>He Became My Friend</title><content type='html'>He became my friend.  And that&amp;#8217;s all, all he could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#8217;s nothing more than just a platonic thang.  I&amp;#8217;m never gonna wear his wedding ring.  I&amp;#8217;m never gonna be his wife.  Never gonna share his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed.  Since along he came.  There&amp;#8217;s nothing more to say.  When we go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became my friend.  And that&amp;#8217;s all, all he could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079837541390220?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079837541390220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079837541390220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/he-became-my-friend.html' title='He Became My Friend'/><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-18505400.post-113079999698131731</id><published>2003-02-17T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Better Way</title><content type='html'>There has got to be a better way to deal with the problems of the world.  Take heed every man, woman, boy, and girl!  We have got to make some changes quick.  The state of the world is making me sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do?  What is the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has got to be a better way.  God is our only hope, so pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079999698131731?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079999698131731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079999698131731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/better-way.html' title='Better Way'/><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-18505400.post-113079988670815269</id><published>2003-02-17T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Colds</title><content type='html'>Sneezing, coughing, runny nose, please stop it.  I got a cold and you better not touch it.  I'm really tired of this sneezing my head off.  I'm especially tired of this nagging cough.  Tissue after tissue I tear.  By the end of the day, the paper will be bare.  Sinutab, CoTylenol, and Robitussin too.  They ain't even working, what do you do?  Chicken Noodle soup and Vegetable soup true.  I'm so tired of felling blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079988670815269?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079988670815269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079988670815269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/colds.html' title='Colds'/><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-18505400.post-113079996533411692</id><published>2003-02-15T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Can We Try Again?</title><content type='html'>I know I truly messed up.  I'll do my best to make it up.  You were a good thing.  I want the happiness you bring.  I just wanna be with you.  There's nothing else I'd rather do.  I was just hanging out with the crowd.  Thinking I was well endowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing this, I almost lost you.  That would leave me oh, so, blue.  I'm sorry.  I apologize.  I'm sorry, for every tear you cried.  Please can we try again.  I just want to be your friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079996533411692?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079996533411692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079996533411692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/can-we-try-again.html' title='Can We Try Again?'/><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-18505400.post-113079990954905929</id><published>2003-02-10T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:52.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Chaos is Running Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Back forth, forth and back...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos is running around, whack.  In the kitchen when I'm washing dishes.  In the car both near and far.  In the dining room eating dinner.  Even in church, sits the sinner.  In the house, Quiet as a mouse.  Not disturbing anyone.  Until he begins his fun.  He sings a song so sweet.  He lies in the bed at our feet.  He looks so good and fine.  But in the end he'll make you whine.  He smiles at you like nothing is going on.  But alas when chaos begins, Chaos is the guilty one.  I can't get Chaos out of my life.  He refuses to leave because I need him, so he says.  Chaos is always running around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079990954905929?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079990954905929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079990954905929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/chaos-is-running-around.html' title='Chaos is Running Around'/><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-18505400.post-113079565884563718</id><published>2003-02-08T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:54:18.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My WebRing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/LDWBanners/banner2001_candyvaughnnWBRNG.gif" width="468" height="60"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a HREF="http://t.webring.com/hub?ring=flowerofmyheart"&gt;Flower of My Heart Web Ring&lt;/a&gt; is a ring to unite my friends across the internet. I enjoy meeting new people and making new friends. So come on and join my ring. Anyone is welcomed as long as you have a positive site free of pornography, racism, hate, and other negative ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://t.webring.com/hub?ring=flowerofmyheart"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079565884563718?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079565884563718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079565884563718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/my-webring.html' title='My WebRing'/><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-18505400.post-113079530062516784</id><published>2003-02-08T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:49:24.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the site of my friends.  Please feel free to stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegirlisbad.alwaysinspired.info/"&gt;Monica's Backdrop&lt;/a&gt; - This is the personal web site of Monica Austin. It is where she displays all of her talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peachlady.alwaysinspired.info/"&gt;Lady in Peach&lt;/a&gt; - The web site of Rachel Hargrove. She displays her poetry and other information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypoetsvoice.diaryland.com/"&gt;My Poet's Voice&lt;/a&gt; - Deartra Boone's personal web site. This site features her poetry, artwork, and&lt;br /&gt;drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chevella-life.alwaysinspired.info"&gt;Life's A Trip&lt;/a&gt; - This is a series of poetry written by Chevella King. It examines how life can be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chevella-poet.alwaysinspired.info "&gt;Just Poetry&lt;/a&gt; - This is a series of poetry written by Chevella King. It is some of her poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://unicescrazythoughts.alwaysinspired.info"&gt;CRAZY Thoughts by Unice Lacey&lt;/a&gt; - CRAZY Thoughts by Unice Lacey features the poetry of Unice Lacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dagreenchild.alwaysinspired.info/"&gt;The Green Child&lt;/a&gt; - This is Ronda Green's web site. She displays her poetry and writings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079530062516784?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079530062516784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079530062516784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/my-friends.html' title='My Friends'/><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-18505400.post-113079506879036900</id><published>2003-02-08T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:44:28.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Candy Vaughnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt;  Candy Jean Vaughnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/b&gt;  Atlanta, GA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mother:&lt;/b&gt;  Dorothy Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Father:&lt;/b&gt;  Kingston Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hometown:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofdorinda/"&gt;Dorinda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Church Home:&lt;/b&gt;  St. James Baptist Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/b&gt;  Writing poetry (as you can see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Color:&lt;/b&gt;  blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a vivacious personality.  Everyone says I have a motor mouth, but&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.  I like to talk.  I never meet a stranger.  My&lt;br /&gt;mother says I have always been friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me.  Enjoy my poetry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18505400-113079506879036900?l=candyvee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079506879036900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18505400/posts/default/113079506879036900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyvee.blogspot.com/2003/02/about-candy-vaughnn.html' title='About Candy Vaughnn'/><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>
