<?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-7535785931156995783</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:17:51.306-08:00</updated><category term='beginnings'/><category term='rebirth'/><category term='society'/><category term='sunshine'/><category term='belonging'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='lake'/><category term='patriotism'/><category term='Canada'/><category term='colours'/><category term='hands'/><category term='rings'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>The IDEAL Poetry Corner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maureen Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12575825605911662634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SELjZetMclI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5y_fr4qHLWw/S220/HPIM0332.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535785931156995783.post-4845175364713611776</id><published>2010-05-25T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T06:28:22.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life From an Eagle's View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S_vQB-RXubI/AAAAAAAAF_g/JPvy-VS3Qm0/s1600/329057062_a63bd3c0ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475198504313272754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S_vQB-RXubI/AAAAAAAAF_g/JPvy-VS3Qm0/s400/329057062_a63bd3c0ea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Community is more than simply living near other people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been welcomed with open wings to the eagles' community. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an eagle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took an extra step into eagle country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People got to know me very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are helping me grow and are teaching me new things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an eagle I will help others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can go anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will contribute to the schoool no matter what catches my eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To view the future as far as the eye can see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shows me I can do anything in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time you look into the sky of blue, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think of what life is like from an eagle's view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;HONOURABLE MENTION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitchell Bullen, 14 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arkona, ON &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo credit:  &lt;a title="Link to KhayaL's photostream" href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/69er/" rel="dc:creator cc:attributionURL" name="Account name"&gt;KhayaL&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/7535785931156995783-4845175364713611776?l=ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4845175364713611776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-from-eagles-view.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/4845175364713611776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/4845175364713611776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-from-eagles-view.html' title='Life From an Eagle&apos;s View'/><author><name>Maureen Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12575825605911662634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SELjZetMclI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5y_fr4qHLWw/S220/HPIM0332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S_vQB-RXubI/AAAAAAAAF_g/JPvy-VS3Qm0/s72-c/329057062_a63bd3c0ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535785931156995783.post-6136645323345952504</id><published>2010-04-17T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T06:27:45.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>Let the Sun Shine In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S8m2E1RoA6I/AAAAAAAAFsM/oZbgMMKfTd0/s1600/280381025_038cea1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461096217300173730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S8m2E1RoA6I/AAAAAAAAFsM/oZbgMMKfTd0/s400/280381025_038cea1159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes; look around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you see? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a bright, happy day that is just about to begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't look at the gloomy side, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leave the rain aside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step into the sunshine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure you will feel glad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the positives in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure there must be one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about being alive? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should be glad of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes you want to be in a pool of bright colours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ready to make a tremendous dive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orange and yellow are positive colours; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bring those colours into your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave the blue, grey and brown, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those colours will make you depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your life is surrounded by the colour wheel, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but let the arrow stop at the positive colours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the sun shine in your life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're living in a cold world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all you would see is darkness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wouldn't be any excitement, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only icy, cold tears running down people's faces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the expression of anger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would you want to live in darkness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now is the time to change, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're living in that kind of world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I got my point across? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did you choose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you choose to stay in that cold, icy world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is surrounded by darkness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or did you choose to be in a warm, sunny world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is full of happiness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you chose to live in the world of happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SECOND PLACE WINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 Meagan Ipsen, 21 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Innerkip, ON &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a title="Link to Peter Kaminski's photostream" href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/peterkaminski/" rel="dc:creator cc:attributionURL" name="Account name"&gt;Peter Kaminski&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/7535785931156995783-6136645323345952504?l=ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6136645323345952504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-sun-shine-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/6136645323345952504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/6136645323345952504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-sun-shine-in.html' title='Let the Sun Shine In'/><author><name>Maureen Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12575825605911662634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SELjZetMclI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5y_fr4qHLWw/S220/HPIM0332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S8m2E1RoA6I/AAAAAAAAFsM/oZbgMMKfTd0/s72-c/280381025_038cea1159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535785931156995783.post-7388531767302460347</id><published>2010-03-14T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:56:44.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands'/><title type='text'>Loving Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S50uT0_Wa2I/AAAAAAAAFTw/0GWDjYrLJ6A/s1600-h/4186960235_a1c61c4c65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448562042364914530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S50uT0_Wa2I/AAAAAAAAFTw/0GWDjYrLJ6A/s400/4186960235_a1c61c4c65.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was a child, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hands were smooth, small and innocent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hands wiped away tears. My hands reached for help from parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was a child, I thought and played like a child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hands got dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands built sandcastles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon my hands began to tell a story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I became a teenager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hands started to be roadblocks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As my epilepsy slowed me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hands had no will because I had no control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking medicine put my hands back in control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Painting was a way to express myself with my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to give gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With painting I can express myself more than just writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loving Hands" is a gift to my nephew Anthony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nephew is a child of two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He really loves playing with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I notice when I say goodbye, he is so sad to see me leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gave him this painting as a Christmas gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anthony was so surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said to me, "my hand is in my Daddy's." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My gift is on the wall above his crib. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;First Place Winner 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Danielle Morris, 36 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Woodstock, ON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a class="Plain" href="mailto:2Flavio@Flickr" name="Date, Uploaded on" property="dc:date"&gt;&lt;a title="Link to Flavio@Flickr's photostream" href="mailto:Flavio@Flickr" name="Account name" rel="dc:creator cc:attributionURL"&gt;Flavio@Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&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/7535785931156995783-7388531767302460347?l=ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7388531767302460347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/loving-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/7388531767302460347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/7388531767302460347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/loving-hands.html' title='Loving Hands'/><author><name>Maureen Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12575825605911662634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SELjZetMclI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5y_fr4qHLWw/S220/HPIM0332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S50uT0_Wa2I/AAAAAAAAFTw/0GWDjYrLJ6A/s72-c/4186960235_a1c61c4c65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535785931156995783.post-4057293395105639523</id><published>2010-02-15T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:14:35.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S3mN4EHgz1I/AAAAAAAAEw0/vrETRLgssSA/s1600-h/3825702670_e42fbe8db71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438534019344027474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S3mN4EHgz1I/AAAAAAAAEw0/vrETRLgssSA/s400/3825702670_e42fbe8db71.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I touched your skin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The warmth of your glow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How soft your first touch is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your voice called to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I ran to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hand touched your soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made me tremble with fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your sky blue eyes warmed my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the soft touch of your hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness grew within me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness is being with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I saw your warm smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And serenity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness is the night turning into day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stars disappearing into the light of the sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new beginning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Second Place Winner 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aleith Cox, 51&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamilton, ON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535785931156995783-4057293395105639523?l=ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4057293395105639523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/4057293395105639523'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>With These Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S0SOH9yfpYI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/OzS0ityjaHU/s1600-h/2439408709_635e419401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423616118757500290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S0SOH9yfpYI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/OzS0ityjaHU/s400/2439408709_635e419401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will share our love together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a partnership filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with affection - hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with respect - listening and caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with generosity - sharing our time and treasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with compliments - looking beautiful to one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with joy - laughing and having fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with these rings, the circle of love binds us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shields us from critical eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally to be blessed by family, friends and our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these rings, we will share our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Honourable Mention 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Robert Condon, 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Peterborough, Ontario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;a title="Link to Just SallyRye's photostream" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sallyrye/" rel="dc:creator cc:attributionURL"&gt;Just SallyRye&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535785931156995783-8828441942651008038?l=ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8828441942651008038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-these-rings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/8828441942651008038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/8828441942651008038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-these-rings.html' title='With These Rings'/><author><name>Maureen Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12575825605911662634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SELjZetMclI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5y_fr4qHLWw/S220/HPIM0332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/S0SOH9yfpYI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/OzS0ityjaHU/s72-c/2439408709_635e419401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535785931156995783.post-7038622186456592490</id><published>2009-12-14T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:21:57.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><title type='text'>Glorious Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SyZW5NdXpXI/AAAAAAAADS0/cwTmLgZZCHw/s1600-h/3635358243_98ea92c709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415111142824977778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SyZW5NdXpXI/AAAAAAAADS0/cwTmLgZZCHw/s400/3635358243_98ea92c709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love is glorious in this land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we shouldn't move, but stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;helping others and never making demands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we mustn't stop, but understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We walk together so happily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this isn't everyone's destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soldiers fighting is the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this hasn't come easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are without a king,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so we don't have to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about how it might sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if we weren't proud and welcoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our flag is so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even though it's not very colourful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're all so very grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for land that's ever wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here no one steals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;since there's no killing seals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where people won't keel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and there's plenty of deals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We will always stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and we won't dare stall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as we survive it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and we won't be small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Canada is the glorious place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where we don't dislike any race,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and there is no trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of anger that's in this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honourable Mention 2008&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben Waechter, 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mildmay, ON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo credit&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a title="Link to ZedZap(Nick)'s photostream" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zedzap/" rel="dc:creator cc:attributionURL"&gt;ZedZap(Nick)&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/7535785931156995783-7038622186456592490?l=ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7038622186456592490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/glorious-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/7038622186456592490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/7038622186456592490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/glorious-land.html' title='Glorious Land'/><author><name>Maureen Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12575825605911662634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SELjZetMclI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5y_fr4qHLWw/S220/HPIM0332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SyZW5NdXpXI/AAAAAAAADS0/cwTmLgZZCHw/s72-c/3635358243_98ea92c709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535785931156995783.post-6781019270335293617</id><published>2009-11-26T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:07:40.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belonging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Where Do I Belong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/Sw76qi5syMI/AAAAAAAACWY/pOqw8XLrWds/s1600/3991736436_4ef4543dae_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408535811348809922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/Sw76qi5syMI/AAAAAAAACWY/pOqw8XLrWds/s400/3991736436_4ef4543dae_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do I belong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is a question we ask ourselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From time to time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we’re kids, teens or adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asking ourselves “Where do I belong?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helps us fit in with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helps us fit in with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helps us fit in at our workplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asking ourselves “Where do I belong?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helps us fit in society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or even at home with our parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask yourself “Where do I belong?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody fits in somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody belongs somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all have a place in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do I belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by JOANNA DRASSINOWER, Toronto, ON, &lt;a href="http://www.ideal-way.ca/Ideal/IdealPoetryContestWinningEntries.htm"&gt;National Ideal Way 2008 Poetry Competition&lt;/a&gt; second place winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo credit: &lt;a title="" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anniferrr/"&gt;anniferrr&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/7535785931156995783-6781019270335293617?l=ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6781019270335293617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-do-i-belong-by-joanna-drassinower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/6781019270335293617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535785931156995783/posts/default/6781019270335293617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-do-i-belong-by-joanna-drassinower.html' title='Where Do I Belong?'/><author><name>Maureen Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12575825605911662634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SELjZetMclI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5y_fr4qHLWw/S220/HPIM0332.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNZ340_nznY/Sw76qi5syMI/AAAAAAAACWY/pOqw8XLrWds/s72-c/3991736436_4ef4543dae_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535785931156995783.post-6235056386802435591</id><published>2009-09-29T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:29:50.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Born Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Click this link to find out details of the Creative Commons license associated with this image." href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/deed.en_CA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qhHgjj36GFevI0ubpyLwxQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKXqw9KV976_gwE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img style="HEIGHT: 123px" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dNZ340_nznY/SsJcUTFYGXI/AAAAAAAAB-4/OJyWnOSDPH0/s144/2869010368_5718508654%5B1%5D.jpg" width="499" height="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last light disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shadows come out to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caressing the water's surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;covering the land in a blanket of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the angels look from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching time pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on a bed of clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the earth breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's children finally fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sun touches her wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing her to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blowing her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signs of a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wave at someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she waves back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Prins 2009(Benjamin Prins has published two books of poetry, Words Of Emotion In Motion and Words of Emotion In Motion: Just For You.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Ben at &lt;a href="mailto:games901b@live.ca"&gt;games901b@live.ca&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sheffield_tiger/"&gt;Sheffield Tiger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535785931156995783-6235056386802435591?l=ideal-waypoetrycorner.blogspot.com' 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