<?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-11706161</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:44:44.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[Morning Breeze]]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>buterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192198700557287428</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706161.post-111467339396132058</id><published>2005-04-28T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T00:53:27.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know my name</title><content type='html'>Baby, baby, babyfrom the day I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I really, really wanted to catch your eye&lt;br /&gt;there's something special 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;I must really like you'cause not alotta guys are worth my time&lt;br /&gt;Oooh baby, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin kinna crazy'cause you are takin over my mind&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like&lt;br /&gt;OooOooooOOo...&lt;br /&gt;U don't know my nameI swearIt feels like&lt;br /&gt;OooOooooOOo...&lt;br /&gt;U don't know my name&lt;br /&gt;round and round and round we goWill you ever know?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Baby, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;I see us on our first date&lt;br /&gt;You doin everything that makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;and when we had our first kissit happened on a Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it set my soul on fireOh, baby, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the first timemy imaginations runnin wild&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like&lt;br /&gt;OooOooooOOo...U don't know my name&lt;br /&gt;and I swear it, baby&lt;br /&gt;It feels like&lt;br /&gt;OooOooooOOo...&lt;br /&gt;U don't know my nameround and round and round we go&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know?&lt;br /&gt;Im sayin&lt;br /&gt;He don't even know what he's doin to me&lt;br /&gt;got me feelin all crazy inside&lt;br /&gt;Im feelin like... OH!&lt;br /&gt;Im doin nothn I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;for anyones attention&lt;br /&gt;take notice of whats infront of you&lt;br /&gt;cause did i mention? (OH!)&lt;br /&gt;you about to miss a good thing&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never know how good it feels to have&lt;br /&gt;all of my affection&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never get a chance to experiencemy lovin (OH!)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my lovin feels like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706161-111467339396132058?l=westrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111467339396132058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706161&amp;postID=111467339396132058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default/111467339396132058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default/111467339396132058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-dont-know-my-name.html' title='You don&apos;t know my name'/><author><name>buterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192198700557287428</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706161.post-111381098614682602</id><published>2005-04-18T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T00:56:26.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feelings, nothing more than feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trying to forget my feelings of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teardrops rolling down on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trying to forget my feelings of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish I've never met you, girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'll never come again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feeling, woo-o-o feelingWoo-o-o, feel you again in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And feelings like I'll never have you again in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish I've never met you, girl; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you'll never come again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And feelings like I'll never have you again in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feelings, woo-o-o feeling it,woo-o-o, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;feeling again in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706161-111381098614682602?l=westrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111381098614682602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706161&amp;postID=111381098614682602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default/111381098614682602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default/111381098614682602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/2005/04/feeling.html' title='Feeling'/><author><name>buterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192198700557287428</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706161.post-111319647157411729</id><published>2005-04-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:14:31.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How could an angel break my heart....</title><content type='html'>I heared he sang a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;I heared he sang it from his heart&lt;br /&gt;When I found out thought I would die&lt;br /&gt;Because that lullaby was mine&lt;br /&gt;I heared he sealed it with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;He gently kissed her cherry lips&lt;br /&gt;I found that so hard to belive&lt;br /&gt;Because his kiss belonged to me&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't wish so hard&lt;br /&gt;May be I wished our love apart&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;I heared here face was white as rain&lt;br /&gt;Soft as a rose that blooms in May&lt;br /&gt;He keeps her picture in a frame&lt;br /&gt;And when he sleeps he calls her name&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she makes him smile&lt;br /&gt;The way he used to smile at me&lt;br /&gt;I hope she doesn't make him laugh&lt;br /&gt;Becouse his laugh belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch may falling star&lt;br /&gt;I wish i didn't wish so hardMaybe&lt;br /&gt;I wish our love apart&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh my soul is dying, it's crying&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;Please help me&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't wish so hardMaybe&lt;br /&gt;I wished our love apart&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706161-111319647157411729?l=westrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111319647157411729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706161&amp;postID=111319647157411729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default/111319647157411729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default/111319647157411729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-could-angel-break-my-heart.html' title='How could an angel break my heart....'/><author><name>buterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192198700557287428</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706161.post-111182368478737369</id><published>2005-03-26T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:54:44.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet old friend make new log</title><content type='html'>glad see my GF Ningceu havent seen her in a while, she made me this blog for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706161-111182368478737369?l=westrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111182368478737369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706161&amp;postID=111182368478737369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default/111182368478737369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default/111182368478737369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/2005/03/meet-old-friend-make-new-log.html' title='meet old friend make new log'/><author><name>buterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192198700557287428</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11706161.post-111182900806985241</id><published>2005-03-26T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T01:29:25.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's over and donebut the heartache lives on inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And who's the one you're clinging toinstead of me tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And where are you now, now that I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tears on my pillow wherever you goI'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You never see me fall apartIn the words of a broken heartIt's just emotion that's taken me overCaught up in sorrow, lost in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But if you don't come backCome home to me, darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dont you know there's nobody left in this worldto hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dont cha know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnightGoodnight, goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm there at your side,I'm part of all the things you are&lt;br /&gt;But you've got a part of someone elseYou've got to find your shining star&lt;br /&gt;And where are you now, now that I need you?&lt;br /&gt;Tears on my pillow wherever you goI'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean&lt;br /&gt;You never see me fall apartIn the words of a broken heartIt's just emotion that's taken me over&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in sorrow, lost in my soul&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't come backCome home to me, darling&lt;br /&gt;Dont you know there's nobody left in this worldto hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;And where are you now, now that I need you?&lt;br /&gt;Tears on my pillow wherever you goI'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean&lt;br /&gt;You never see me fall apartIn the words of a broken heartIt's just emotion that's taken me over&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in sorrow, lost in my soul&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't come backCome home to me, darling&lt;br /&gt;Nobody left in this worldto hold me tightNobody left in this world to kiss goodnightGoodnight, goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11706161-111182900806985241?l=westrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111182900806985241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11706161&amp;postID=111182900806985241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default/111182900806985241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11706161/posts/default/111182900806985241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westrose.blogspot.com/2005/03/emotion_26.html' title='Emotion'/><author><name>buterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192198700557287428</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
