<?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-14331772</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:19:10.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great men( women) start young!</title><subtitle type='html'>well i am not really 13 yrs old, who said age mattered?
like it read it..dont like it, dont!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakbunty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14331772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakbunty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bunty's musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197689585157113760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14331772.post-112099969625187144</id><published>2005-07-10T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T05:48:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FORESTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;THE FOREST IS GREEN ,&lt;br /&gt;THE FOREST IS WIDE,&lt;br /&gt;WHERE MANY ANIMALS HIDE,&lt;br /&gt;THE TALL TREES STAND SIDE BY SIDE.&lt;br /&gt;ALL ALONG THE TRAIL&lt;br /&gt;WHERE LITTLE BIRDS ALIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;FRIGHTENING SOUND OF THE NIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;A LITTLE HOPE IN THE MOONLIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;AN EERIE CALL OF A FOX&lt;br /&gt;ENTER THE EARS,&lt;br /&gt;FAR AWAY THE MANY DEERS&lt;br /&gt;ALL ASLEEP IN THE LAND OF DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE FAIRIES AWAIT THEM FLAPPING THEIR WINGS.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;THE BIRDS SING HAPPILLY&lt;br /&gt;IN THE MORNING  LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;IN THE FORESTS OF THE FRESH AIR,&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE THE SQUIRELLS,&lt;br /&gt;WHERE,O, WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;GONE ARE THE DAYS WHEN IT USED TO BE GREEN&lt;br /&gt;THE HUMANS CAME WITH A MIND MEAN&lt;br /&gt;ARMED WITH AXES TO CUT OFF THE TREES&lt;br /&gt;CUT SMALL PLANTS AND THE THICK REEDS&lt;br /&gt;TO BUILD HOMES, FOR THEIR SAFETY&lt;br /&gt;THEY THOUGHT , TO SAVE HUMANITY&lt;br /&gt;BUT DON’T THE ANIMALS NEED OUR AFFECTION&lt;br /&gt;THEY NEED OUR LOVE AND PROTECTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14331772-112099969625187144?l=freakbunty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakbunty.blogspot.com/feeds/112099969625187144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14331772&amp;postID=112099969625187144' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14331772/posts/default/112099969625187144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14331772/posts/default/112099969625187144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakbunty.blogspot.com/2005/07/forests.html' title='THE FORESTS'/><author><name>bunty's musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197689585157113760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14331772.post-112089277820270380</id><published>2005-07-09T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:06:18.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody's girl: what i saw on tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;ONCE UPON A TIME THERE LIVED A CUTE LITTLE GIRL IN AFAR AWAY VILLAGE IN FRANCE. ONE DAY SHE DISCOVERED THAT SHE IS AN ORPHAN. SHE HAD TO LEAVE HOME AND JOIN THE TROOPE OF GYPSIES. A MAN BOUGHT HER AS A SLAVE. HE TOOK HER HOME AND CLOSED HER IN A LITTLE ROOM. THE NEXT DAY THE MAN ORDERED HER TO WORK, SWEEP AND DUST THE FLOOR. THE GIRL HAD TO OBEY. AFTER WORKING FOR TWO YEARS, SHE WAS SENT TO THE ORPHANAGE IN PARIS. THE MASTER THERE WAS CRUEL. HE MADE  HER WORK VERY HARD AND BEAT HER MERCILESSLY FOR A TINY MISTAKE.THE GIRL WAS FED UP WITH HER LIFE. BUT THOUGH SHE HAD TO WORK, SHE MADE VERY GOOD FRIENDS WHO TOOK CARE OF HER. SHE WAS HAPPY TO HAVE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS. AFTER SOME DAYS, SHE WAS SENT OUT TO DO HER OLD WORK, THAT&lt;br /&gt;WAS ENTERTAINING PEOPLE ON THE ROADSIDE. SHE LEARNT THAT FROM HER FRIEND BACK AT FRANCE. SHE EARNED A GOOD AMOUNT OF MONEY FROM HER WORK BUT THAT WENT TO THE MASTER. HER FRIENDS HELPED HER TO GET MORE MONEY SO THAT SHE COULD KEEP SOME OF IT FOR HERSELF. BUT THAT DID NOT WORK. THE MASTER NOTICED HER FRIENDS AND SENT THEM TO WORK TOO. NOW THE FRIENDS ALSO HAD TO WORK. ALL THE MONEY THAT THEY EARNED WENT TO THE MASTER. ONE DAY LISA, ONE OF HER FRIENDS HEARD SOME WOMEN TALKING ABOUT A GIRL. LISA KNEW THE GIRL THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT. IT WAS HER FRIEND. THE WOMEN WHISPERED THAT THE GIRL’S REAL MOTHER WAS IN PARIS.LISA TOLD THE WOMEN THAT SHE KNOWS THE GIRL. THE GIRL WAS SOON REUNITED WITH HER OWN FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY FIRST POST ON THE BLOG, IT IS ENTIRELY MY OWN, I HAVE JUST BEEN INSPIRED BY MY SISTER  AND I HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SHOWS ON TV “ NOBODY’S GIRL”   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14331772-112089277820270380?l=freakbunty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakbunty.blogspot.com/feeds/112089277820270380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14331772&amp;postID=112089277820270380' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14331772/posts/default/112089277820270380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14331772/posts/default/112089277820270380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakbunty.blogspot.com/2005/07/nobodys-girl-what-i-saw-on-tv.html' title='nobody&apos;s girl: what i saw on tv'/><author><name>bunty's musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197689585157113760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
