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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>“With a sincere passion for REAL lyricism and the arts, an ear for classic music, and the relentless hunger for knowledge of our history to pass on to all the children in his village with a sharp tongue… This nostalgic hip hop head and visual artist brings Queen Speaks Radio, and now the Blogosphere, to their sharpest potential!  Need more SUNshine in your life?  You’ll definitely find it here!” — Queen Unique</description><title>NativeSun's Official Blog</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @nativesun803)</generator><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/</link><item><title>"Being responsible sometimes means, pissing people off!"</title><description>“Being responsible sometimes means, pissing people off!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;General Colin Powell&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="General Colin Powell" height="85" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2004/11/16/colinpowell_wideweb__430x315.jpg" width="108"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/17954573538</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/17954573538</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2012 12:43:25 -0500</pubDate><category>quotations</category><category>Colin Powell</category><category>General</category><category>Army</category><category>Responsibility</category></item><item><title>"I ain’t scared of ya… (Never been scared of ya) If anything, I’m scared for..."</title><description>“I ain’t scared of ya… (Never been scared of ya) If anything, I’m scared for ya… (Because I’m so ahead of ya)!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Cee-lo Green&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="Cee-lo" height="150" src="http://www.100xr.com/100_XR/Artists/C/Cee_Lo_Green/Cee.Lo.Green-2004.jpg" width="150"/&gt; &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/17380029092</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/17380029092</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 13:54:14 -0500</pubDate><category>quotations</category><category>cee-lo</category><category>goodie mob</category><category>dungeon family</category><category>Gnarls Barkley</category></item><item><title>“I wanna get the language right, tonight…”...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Suw_CQ3zfTY?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I wanna get the language right, tonight…” —MLK &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/17159766341</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/17159766341</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 12:51:22 -0500</pubDate><category>Black History</category><category>Black Pride</category><category>Martin Luther King</category><category>BLK</category><category>MLK</category></item><item><title>When I needed...</title><description>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;…someone, and didn’t know who I could call…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…strength, and couldn’t even lift my head to look to the sky…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…clarity, in the midst of chaos…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…a voice, when I couldn’t find the words to say what was on my mind…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…patience, in the heat of the moment…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…courage, when it seemed as though my life was on the line…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…peace, as rage had consumed me…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…forgiveness, for my selfish acts…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…common sense, to prevail over foolishness…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…protection, when I placed myself in harms way…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…understanding, in order to get through life’s most confusing moments…&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;…love, after giving my heart away, and coming up short… &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God had my back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/16550222024</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/16550222024</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 19:47:32 -0500</pubDate><category>God had my back</category></item><item><title>Had to sit back and breathe today for a sec. Then I came to...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PipX3l1tEeU?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had to sit back and breathe today for a sec. Then I came to realize that &lt;strong&gt;patience is more powerful and effective than tough love.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The more that God shows me… the more I realize how insufficient my own vision is.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/16527196019</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/16527196019</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 12:32:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Reflection</category><category>Patience</category><category>Sabali</category><category>Spirituality</category></item><item><title>"Everybody somebody."</title><description>“Everybody somebody.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;A Drunken Ghetto Scholar&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Bethel Bishop Apartments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Circa 1991 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/16181611712</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/16181611712</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 14:36:09 -0500</pubDate><category>quotations</category><category>803</category><category>Columbia</category><category>south carolina</category></item><item><title>"While they fight you down, stand firm and give God thanks and praises… 

I don’t expect..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;While they fight you down, stand firm and give God thanks and praises… &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I don’t expect to be justified by the laws of men.  Oh, true they have found me guilty, but through God, proved my innocency.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Remember that, when the rain falls… It doesn’t fall on one man’s house.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Bob Marley&lt;em&gt;  (So Much Things to Say)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/16064191070</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/16064191070</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 11:00:05 -0500</pubDate><category>Bob Marley</category><category>quotations</category><category>Reggae</category></item><item><title>"Whatever happens from here on out… they won’t be able to deny that I looked adversity in..."</title><description>“Whatever happens from here on out… they won’t be able to deny that I looked adversity in the face, stood my ground, and lead my team through this madness as best I could!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;NativeSun  #blockAndCounter&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/16011047233</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/16011047233</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 11:49:00 -0500</pubDate><category>against all odds</category><category>challenges</category><category>perserverance</category><category>No Matter What</category><category>endurance</category><category>stamina</category><category>strength</category></item><item><title>Now I see...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was lost… &lt;/strong&gt;seeking the light, and ended up &lt;em&gt;becoming&lt;/em&gt; a light [to others] along the way. &lt;br/&gt;—NativeSun&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/15779660551</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/15779660551</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 12:02:00 -0500</pubDate><category>One Liner</category><category>Spoken Word</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Poem</category></item><item><title>“Jean Michel Basquiat’s following continues to...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxhtn2HPGo1qbk6p2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Jean Michel Basquiat’s &lt;/strong&gt;following continues to perplex me.  I stare at the paintings in search of the answers, then arrive at the realization that &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is what draws others in as well.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— NativeSun&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/15519690987</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/15519690987</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 13:49:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Jean Michel Basquiat</category><category>pop art</category><category>NYC</category><category>New York</category><category>art</category><category>painting</category><category>black</category><category>warhol</category></item><item><title>"The odds are against me… My corner is screaming for me to get up and finish the fight for a..."</title><description>“The odds are against me… My corner is screaming for me to get up and finish the fight for a clean cut victory… The crowd is chanting my name, and folks who once turned their backs on me are wishing they had front row tickets right about now!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;—NativeSun&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(excerpt from “I Think I’m Ali”)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img align="left" height="110" src="http://images.sfae.com/product_images/thumbs/2472.jpg" width="163"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/15402824687</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/15402824687</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 11:55:00 -0500</pubDate><category>NativeSun803</category><category>Muhammad Ali</category><category>I Think I'm Ali</category><category>spoken word</category><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category></item><item><title>"They are focused solely on the deliverables, and are unconcerned with what’s actually taking..."</title><description>“They are focused solely on the deliverables, and are unconcerned with what’s actually taking place within the factory…  When the machines break, fingers are pointed and no one wants to be held accountable for the cost of repair/recovery.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;—NativeSun &lt;em&gt;(excerpt from “Powers that Be”)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="windup" height="337" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vB_B7_6TDGI/TkaruhWSN5I/AAAAAAAAA7s/toxuSVHZf9s/s1600/tired_worker.gif" width="190"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/15404062388</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/15404062388</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 07:31:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Powers That Be</category><category>Spoken Word</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Poem</category></item><item><title>"…and So, is the story of my life:  My thoughts are countless, and my words are timeless. Poetry..."</title><description>“…and So, is the story of my life:  My thoughts are countless, and my words are timeless. Poetry leaves me, yet the passion remains… making me easy to love, yet difficult to understand, fully, at times.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;NativeSun&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/15521126044</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/15521126044</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate><category>random thought</category><category>love</category><category>understanding</category><category>poetry</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>NativeSun Discusses "The Job" with LE Brown on SwaggaKings.com</title><description>&lt;a href="http://swaggakings.com/blogs/this-is-more-than-a-job.html?team=1"&gt;NativeSun Discusses "The Job" with LE Brown on SwaggaKings.com&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;In a recent interview with Blogger, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://swaggakings.com/swagga-kings-subscriber-section/lamona.brownlive.com/profile.html" title="The Lovely LE Brown" target="_blank"&gt;LE Brown,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I was asked about my duties in the Middle East, and the passion that fuels my work ethic.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="LE Brown" height="112" src="http://swaggakings.com/images/avatar/a203335fecd78c85a34ccb8d.jpg" width="80"/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/13458028254</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/13458028254</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 12:20:47 -0500</pubDate><category>Interview</category><category>SwaggaKings</category><category>Online Magazine</category><category>LE Brown</category><category>NativeSun803</category><category>Work</category><category>Passion</category><category>Drive</category></item><item><title>“Dedicated to the great state of Arizona and all other...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv3fidR1Dt1qbk6p2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;“Dedicated to the great state of Arizona and all other hypocritical so-called Americans who continue to benefit from the crimes of their forefathers and try to deny rights that aren’t theirs to deny in the first place.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dn|Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/13187935644</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/13187935644</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 22:11:01 -0500</pubDate><category>dangerous negro</category><category>thanksgiving</category><category>illegal alien</category></item><item><title>Happy Birthday Dad!
…you took me from a boy to a man.  So,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luyzc8YZnr1qbk6p2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Dad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…you took me from a boy to a man.  &lt;em&gt;So, I always had a father when my biological didn’t bother!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/13067193783</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/13067193783</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 12:31:20 -0500</pubDate><category>Fatherhood</category><category>SUNhood</category><category>Family</category></item><item><title>"I don’t have a minute to hate, I’ll pursue justice for the rest of my life!"</title><description>“I don’t have a minute to hate, I’ll pursue justice for the rest of my life!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mamie Carthan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mother of &lt;a title="Emmett Till" target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmett_Till"&gt;Emmett Till)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://www.emmetttillmurder.com/Emmett-&amp;-Mamie-1954.jpg" alt="Mamie and Emmett" width="136" height="96"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/12019184174</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/12019184174</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 23:10:00 -0400</pubDate><category>valor</category><category>quotation</category><category>Mamie Carthan</category><category>Emmett Till</category><category>Justice</category><category>Hate</category></item><item><title>"The family on the other side of town would catch hell, without a ghetto around"</title><description>“The family on the other side of town would catch hell, without a ghetto around”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bobby Womack &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="175" width="175" alt="Bobby Womack pic" src="http://visionaryartistrymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Bobby_womack.jpg" align="left"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/11978232056</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/11978232056</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 23:12:31 -0400</pubDate><category>Quotations</category><category>lyrics</category><category>Bobby Womack</category><category>Across 100th Street</category><category>Soul</category></item><item><title>Homecoming</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Half a world away, I lie here&lt;br/&gt;unable to escape restlessness&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Vivid images play on repeat,&lt;br/&gt;and even with shut eyes&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;I cannot look away&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;My slumber has been compromised&lt;br/&gt;by the echoing thunder of war&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Although here,&lt;br/&gt;There will be no cries from sirens or loudspeakers&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;No drills…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;None of the earth-shaking explosions that you can feel &lt;br/&gt;in the pit of your stomach, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No chopper sounds or heavy gunfire in the distance&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No…&lt;br/&gt;Stumbling dashes from bed side to bunker in order to avoid&lt;br/&gt;becoming the next casualty&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;No, not here!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;I’ve become consumed with the haunting memories of days past,&lt;br/&gt;and, thoughts of the days yet to come&lt;br/&gt;hold me captive in this place of extreme discomfort&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;I find myself wrestling desperately with a threat that’s not even there&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;These battles between anxiety, and pure exhaustion have followed me home&lt;br/&gt;and until one is declared the victor…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;you’ll find me here in the darkness,&lt;br/&gt;fiendishly craving tranquility&lt;br/&gt;and praying for peace of mind&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;as She sleeps,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;like a baby&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;in my arms&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/11542423417</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/11542423417</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 17:36:00 -0400</pubDate><category>deployment</category><category>Iraq</category><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>nativesun803</category></item><item><title>The Sun and the Moon</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="333" width="500" alt="Sun Moon" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7aT4eavYoA/Tb0ald0K2vI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nAwM14UGYfA/s1600/sun-and-moon.jpg" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Behind the silence&lt;br/&gt;hides a ball of emotion&lt;br/&gt;that sheds flames in place of tears&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;As each sentiment fights for an opportunity&lt;br/&gt;to become the moment’s expression&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The exterior exhibits the facade of neutrality&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;as an inferno rages on inside screaming:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Love You…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Want You…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;…and I NEED You, in my life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Also hidden within these confines, &lt;br/&gt;is a voice that pleads with God&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;for forgiveness,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;and guidance&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;But, it is&lt;br/&gt;at this time&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;that I…&lt;br/&gt;am content&lt;br/&gt;…with my confusion&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;So, I’ve convinced myself that my heart is in the right place&lt;br/&gt;and perhaps it’s only the timing that is wrong&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;You are indeed the most beautiful nocturnal creature&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;watching over our children &lt;br/&gt;as the worlds sleep beneath a blanket of stars&lt;br/&gt;you find peace,&lt;br/&gt;in my rest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Ultimately,&lt;br/&gt;You have become my mirror&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;as your glow&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;is a reflection&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;of&lt;span class="s1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;light only&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Night becomes day&lt;br/&gt;and your ending, is my beginning&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;days go by and we trade places,&lt;br/&gt;chasing one another across the sky&lt;br/&gt;in 24 hour increments&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Then there’s the rare occasion that takes place when our paths cross,&lt;br/&gt;and the product of our union results in either darkness,&lt;br/&gt;or an illumination that would scorch the retinas of ANYONE that dare look our way&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;(Now that’s some&lt;span class="s1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;powerful &lt;/em&gt;love making)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;Without you, I’m nothing special&lt;br/&gt;which is why “In the beginning…”&lt;span class="s1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;WE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;were created as the ORIGINAL perfect pair&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;There are times that your love is so good to me,&lt;br/&gt;that I choose not show my face at all,&lt;br/&gt;hiding behind the clouds and the rain&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;in an attempt to convince&lt;br/&gt;the people of the world&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;to do&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;the same&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="p1"&gt;—NativeSun&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/11197161428</link><guid>http://www.nativesun803.com/post/11197161428</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2011 17:25:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Poetry</category><category>Love</category><category>Romance</category></item></channel></rss>

