<?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-2604104507636492695</id><updated>2011-10-07T19:01:22.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through My Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-81168609083230144</id><published>2010-10-02T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:55:31.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/TKgkNpWZByI/AAAAAAAAACA/nQ-fIJXILU0/s1600/I+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523704759826581282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/TKgkNpWZByI/AAAAAAAAACA/nQ-fIJXILU0/s400/I+AM.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 360px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/TKgkCzWPHWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hhG2LGq3_gg/s1600/I+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-81168609083230144?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/81168609083230144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/81168609083230144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/81168609083230144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/TKgkNpWZByI/AAAAAAAAACA/nQ-fIJXILU0/s72-c/I+AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-3678365705221116326</id><published>2010-08-12T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:28:32.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you catch a rabbit?</title><content type='html'>Well to prevent a rabbit going down the rabbit hole I do believe this little story I found could be quite handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LAPD, CIA and FBI are all trying to prove that they are the best at apprehending criminals. The President decides to give them a test. He releases a rabbit into the forest and each of them have to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;First off the CIA. They plant the animal informants all over the forest. Then proceed to question all plant and mineral witnesses. After three months of extensive investigations the CIA conclude that rabbits do not exist.&lt;br /&gt;Second the FBI enters the forest. After two weeks searching the forest and working the scene coming up with no leads they burn the forest, killing everything in it including the rabbit and make no apologies. The FBI state, the rabbit had it coming.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly enters the LAPD. With their strategy in hand, and after two hours return out of the forest with a badly beaten bear. The bear yelling "Okay! Okay! I'm a rabbit! I'm a rabbit!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-3678365705221116326?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3678365705221116326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-do-you-catch-rabbit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/3678365705221116326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/3678365705221116326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-do-you-catch-rabbit.html' title='How do you catch a rabbit?'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-2393733757048560595</id><published>2010-08-12T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:42:43.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/TGOl3iYD1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/bQ9PYkc6VUA/s1600/note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/TGOl3iYD1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/bQ9PYkc6VUA/s320/note.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504425543115986274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;She finally gave up..&lt;br /&gt;she dropped the fake smile&lt;br /&gt;as a tear ran down her cheek&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she whispered to herself,&lt;br /&gt;"I can't do this anymore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-2393733757048560595?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2393733757048560595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-finally-gave-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/2393733757048560595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/2393733757048560595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-finally-gave-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/TGOl3iYD1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/bQ9PYkc6VUA/s72-c/note.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-6085668639975445653</id><published>2010-08-10T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:56:33.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Clean in Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Brr the winter is here and no I'm not a huge fan of it. Give me the sun and its warmth, I'm happy. This winter I have prepared myself with a little "spring" clean. In order to enjoy spring and summer with nothing but good people and happiness. A friend of mine told me I deserve to be happy. I know in theory this sounds right, but its something that I do have&amp;nbsp;trouble with believing. Its always easier to be negative rather than positive right. I was always a positive person and I guess some things changed, along with it I changed. People always change, but unfortunately I think I may have lost myself in the process of change. Thankfully, with my cleaning I have started to find me again. Rediscovered the real me. Trust me it was hard and long, but hey with the awesome people I have around me in life, it wasn't so bad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So&amp;nbsp;I deserve to be happy. Well I do, damn straight I do. The things that weren't making me happy are gone. No longer can they bring me down. Happiness, while some may think it is out of reach. Its not. Its always just a smile away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aimz&lt;/span&gt;, you little pop tart, without you I'm sure I would've ended up a total wreck through everything over the last few months. Kat, my little caramel tart, I do wish we lived closer but at least I can go to Melbourne for a darn good reason girl. Don't forget babes, F1 Australian GP next year!! We so need to do another vodka induced all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; and soon. Linda, my crazy sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mumma&lt;/span&gt;, damn woman what on earth would I do without you? You and me babe, a pair of Mad Hatters. Can't wait for tea. I promise you I will be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Newy&lt;/span&gt; soon. We'll just be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt;' it with our mate JD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aimz&lt;/span&gt;, peeping Toms are called that because its more appropriate than some other choices and yes bears are dangerous and cause trouble. Kitty Kat, I can't wait to see you again, damn I miss you my sweets. Don't forget to start making those tarts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; Linda, get those dancing shoes on because we are going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;flutterwacken&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vigorously&lt;/span&gt;. Even if we do fall flat on our arses, we won't feel it if we've had enough. Love you girls xxx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-6085668639975445653?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6085668639975445653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/spring-clean-in-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/6085668639975445653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/6085668639975445653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/spring-clean-in-winter.html' title='Spring Clean in Winter'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-2010879895304778071</id><published>2010-06-21T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T06:40:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Life and Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you just love it when you remember things you thought you had long forgotten?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My girls and I, my gosh! We use to have some crazy arse nights. Sitting up all night on twitter, facebook, msn. Anything where we could all talk in the same place. Our little group of cookies, spread around the world. Chatting all night long, laughing till we cried. Talking about anything and everything. Deepest secrets to recent happenings in our lives. Asking and giving advice on everything. Usually while we were drinking cups of coffee, tea, OJ or even vodka, rum and wine. Just a group of girls catching up for a regular chat in a coffee shop or bar. Just shared over the internet instead. We would talk for hours and hours on end. And ya know, it doesn't matter if one of us doesn't get to catch up for sometime, we always know whats happening with each other and how everyone is doing. We're all very close, my darling girls. Oh, how I love you all so much. No matter what happens or what changes, we are always there for each other. Just how real girlfriends should be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my girls, you know who you are.. I will always love you and be there for you no matter what. Whether it be your brightest moment or darkest hour. You can count on me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-2010879895304778071?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2010879895304778071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-life-and-laughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/2010879895304778071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/2010879895304778071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-life-and-laughter.html' title='Love, Life and Laughter'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-1689791562459946277</id><published>2009-09-08T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T05:04:13.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Always On My Mind" - Adrian Edward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once in a while something beautiful enters your life and warms your heart and soul. Thats just how I feel about Adrian Edward's album "Always On My Mind". Adrian has one of those voices that soothes the soul and calms the mind. Its such a joy to listen to this cd. A smooth mix of latin and contemporary, it will make your body groove and your soul move. Each song on this album tells a story, each one seamlessly joining to the next one. I guarantee there will be at least one story every person will relate to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My personal favourite, while very hard to choose just one song, is "Simple Man". After all ladies, isn't that just what we all want? A simple man to hold us tight and love us just right? I promise you, after listening to this album once, you will leave it on repeat over and over again. Such an adaptable album, listen to it while alone relaxing, enjoy it with friends with a bottle of wine, or cuddle up with your special one. Even get off the couch, let yourself go and dance the time away with this timeless music. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adrian Edward is one you will not forget easily nor will you want too. A rare work of art that you'll feel yourself become one with his story and not want it to end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Adrian for sharing your beautiful voice with us. Thank you for bringing so much love and joy to us, for sharing a part of yourself with us. To not hear Adrian sing, is a crime to the heart and soul. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For more information regarding Adrian and his music visit &lt;a href="http://www.adrianedward.com/"&gt;http://www.adrianedward.com/&lt;/a&gt; Become a part of this wonderful journey that is Adrian Edward. Follow him on twitter @adrianedward1. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-1689791562459946277?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1689791562459946277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/09/always-on-my-mind-adrian-edward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/1689791562459946277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/1689791562459946277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/09/always-on-my-mind-adrian-edward.html' title='&quot;Always On My Mind&quot; - Adrian Edward'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-4292020504437833372</id><published>2009-06-29T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:00:38.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts inside my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all hurt,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;we all laugh, we all cry, we all smile. We never know when something will happen, something that can change your life forever. Something so profound, so unbelievable you won't grasp it in its entirety for sometime. Someone is waiting for me one day, to let down my walls. Let everything break down and tell them everything there is to tell. I don't know if that can ever happen. I don't know if I could bare my entire soul to someone and not feel vulnerable about what they might do. Its ok to have walls up, they protect you but sometimes you just have to let someone in. This I know, I understand it maybe more than some. I have way too many walls, but I can't seem to let them go. They keep me safe, they protect me from pain and heartache. Feelings I have felt before and don't want to feel them again. How can I let someone in and risk all that again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have too much invested in me, too much invested in life to allow something to break me down. I have secrets, some to hard to say. Some too hard to even acknowledge at times. There are some I will take to my grave, until then, they are protected in my heart locked up and wrapped up in a chain. I wish sometimes I could let it all go, let the walls down and not be so worried about things. But I can't that is just me. Why can't I just let them all go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-4292020504437833372?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4292020504437833372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts-inside-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/4292020504437833372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/4292020504437833372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts-inside-my-head.html' title='thoughts inside my head'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-4195364143838988170</id><published>2009-06-17T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:30:10.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Tony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Tony, a wonderful friend. My love and thoughts are with you through these trying times of yours. I offer you my hand for you to take and help you along your way. If there is anything I could do for you, I would.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348303447116396210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/Sjj9pgxetrI/AAAAAAAAABI/pfsgMAunufY/s200/white-rose-wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is a friend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend is one of the nicest things you can have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and one of the best things you can be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend is one who will always be beside you, through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the laughter, and through each and every tear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend is one thing you can always rely on, the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone you can open up to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend is a sanctuary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend is a smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend is a hand that is always holding yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter where you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend is a feeling of forever in the heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-4195364143838988170?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4195364143838988170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-tony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/4195364143838988170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/4195364143838988170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-tony.html' title='Dear Tony'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/Sjj9pgxetrI/AAAAAAAAABI/pfsgMAunufY/s72-c/white-rose-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-2799174758681145733</id><published>2009-06-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:13:07.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling Kat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling dear Kat, I am terribly sorry for what has happened to you and your family. During these hard times, I give you all my love and care. You're all in our thoughts each minute of every day. I can't wait to give you a great big hug. If there was anything I could do in the world right now, it would be to take away your pain. I will remain by your side through everything you go through babe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348299058552038114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/Sjj5qEGM4uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/f4XUM3DsGZI/s320/Love_heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weeping willow with your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tears running down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you always weep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and frown?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it because you'll love to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it because you could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not stay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On your branches you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will swing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the love of happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that day will bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You found shelter in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your shade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You thought his laughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would never fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weeping willow stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is something to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;calm your fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think death as your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;true forever part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know he will always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be in your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you lots Kat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-2799174758681145733?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2799174758681145733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-darling-kat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/2799174758681145733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/2799174758681145733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-darling-kat.html' title='My Darling Kat'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4UqYE_rSWD8/Sjj5qEGM4uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/f4XUM3DsGZI/s72-c/Love_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-9069674616943840990</id><published>2009-06-02T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:11:27.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>The Man In The Mirror&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want in stuggle for self&lt;br /&gt;And the world makes you king for a day&lt;br /&gt;Then go to the mirror and look at yourself&lt;br /&gt;And see what the man has to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it isn't a mans father, mother or wife&lt;br /&gt;Whose judgement upon him must pass&lt;br /&gt;The fellows whose verdict counts most in his life&lt;br /&gt;Is the man staring back from the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the fellow to please; never mind all the rest&lt;br /&gt;For he's with you clear up to the end&lt;br /&gt;And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test&lt;br /&gt;If the man in the glass is your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fool the world down the pathway of years&lt;br /&gt;And get pats on the back as you pass&lt;br /&gt;But your final reward will be heartache and tears&lt;br /&gt;If you've cheated the man in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This poem was found written on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the wall of a cell in death row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was composed by an anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;prisoner who was later executed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-9069674616943840990?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9069674616943840990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/9069674616943840990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/9069674616943840990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-800502700452697528</id><published>2009-06-02T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T05:57:18.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Making Of A True Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 tonnes of shopping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a pinch of endless chatter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 large chocolate cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;100 D &amp;amp; M's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a pile of sleep overs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1,000,000 phone calls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and 10 deep secrets shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;between 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a sympathetic ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a shoulder to cry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heaps of hugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gallons of trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lastly, a generous serving of good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and fun times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-800502700452697528?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/800502700452697528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/800502700452697528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/800502700452697528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-friends.html' title='True Friends'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-4983224208540844809</id><published>2009-05-31T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T06:47:09.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Ally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say Goodbye (For Allison)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was a swan who wanted to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fly away from the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wanted just to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and not come back again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as much as it hurts to let her go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She only wanted to be free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she's happy and free you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have to let her be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And one day you'll see her, once more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this you may deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But one day you'll see her, I'm sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for now you must say goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cry for you Ally, I wish you didnt have to go. I know one day I will see you again and all will be like they were once before. Until then, I will still miss you each day and love you forever my dear friend. Just continue to watch over me and I'm sure I'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-4983224208540844809?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4983224208540844809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/dedicated-to-two-people-in-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/4983224208540844809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/4983224208540844809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/dedicated-to-two-people-in-my-blog.html' title='For Ally'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-4629204796573236531</id><published>2009-05-31T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:23:40.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was thinking about one of my best friends today, shes been gone now for almost 16 years. I miss her just as much today as I did the first day she was no longer with us. Allison was such a sweetheart. She was my pillar. I told her everything. I know she's around seeing all the mistakes I've made and the tears, smiles and laughs I've had. Ally, I miss you so much. Even now there are days I just want to call you, tell you everything. Like I use to. Then reality sets in and my heart sinks lower. I still can't believe an angel like you was taken away from us. There are days when the tears stay away, but there are days I still break down at lose it. Ally was such a special friend, the kind you always have a very few of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ally is one friend, you never want to lose yet alone have leave this world for eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look at my darling friends and my cookies.. you all know who you are. And yes Tony that includes you! Where would I be without you guys? Sleeping at 4am in the morning probably. haha I love you guys more than you know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-4629204796573236531?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4629204796573236531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/inner-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/4629204796573236531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/4629204796573236531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/inner-thoughts.html' title='Inner Thoughts'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604104507636492695.post-2201599860032461619</id><published>2009-05-31T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T06:50:18.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I once had a heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it was true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now its gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From me to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I have done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you have two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I have none.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I go to heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll leave your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a golden stair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you're not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Judgement Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll know you went&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll give the angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back their wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their golden harps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all those things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just to prove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll go to hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604104507636492695-2201599860032461619?l=milfcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2201599860032461619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/heavens-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/2201599860032461619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604104507636492695/posts/default/2201599860032461619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfcookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/heavens-love.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Petie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636617778949664954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkSTswxUcOI/TdfQei4Oq_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/36jkzm5Foww/s220/me002a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
