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		<title>Proud Moments!!!!!</title>
		<link>http://kaylad2014.edublogs.org/2010/06/08/proud-moments/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 15:37:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The proudest moment this year was playing on the basketball team and being on other academic clubs. these moments are my proudest because I worked hard to show others I am one, athletic, two, smart and can do anything I want and put my mind to. When I played on the basketball team I scored [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The proudest moment this year was playing on the basketball team and being on other academic clubs. these moments are my proudest because I worked hard to show others I am one, athletic, two, smart and can do anything I want and put my mind to.</p>
<p>When I played on the basketball team I scored a lot of points being this my first year playing in middle school. Basketball is one of my favorite sports. My teammates and coaches were proud that I played because I did a lot to help the team take on five wins. I tried my hardest to do my best. My coaches asked me  why didn&#8217;t I play in the previous years and I told them I was involved in something else beyond school academics.But I worked so hard to prove that I am good by playing hard, playing smart, playing together, and having fun. During the basketball season I did have so much fun even with my teammates and coaches.</p>
<p>Another proud moment is when I got involved with Honor Society, Basketball, and yearbook committee. Honor Society was a experience for me I got to earn 401 hours for the session. I got involved with a lot of activities like Chinese Auction, Lock-in, and Induction ceremony. I got to be with my friends and do somethings for the community.</p>
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		<title>Memories:(</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 17:22:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The times I remember the most in middle school are the field trips, pep rally&#8217;s and when I played on the basketball team.These times where most memorable because the time was spent with my friends. The Field trips were memorable because I learned ideas, while I was on those trips. The trips we took to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The times I remember the most in middle school are the field trips, pep rally&#8217;s and when I played on the basketball team.These times where most memorable because the time was spent with my friends.</p>
<p>The Field trips were memorable because I learned ideas, while I was on those trips. The trips we took to different places let me get to know the world. Some of those trips I went on were Sixflags, Hershey Park, Jungle Jim&#8217;s, Shorebirds, and other trips.</p>
<p>Another memorable time for me in middle school were pep rally&#8217;s. The pep rally&#8217;s were fun. We got to see people in athletic ability. I liked watching people compete, challenge and lose and embarrass themselves. But I had a great time at the pep rally&#8217;s, trying to be the loudest grade.</p>
<p>When I played on the basketball team was memorable because I scored alot of pionts, for my first year playing. I also played good defense, and got alot of rebounds. It was fun playing on the team with my friends.</p>
<p>This was a great year. I had so many memmories I will not forget. Even though my friends will go to different schools, they will always be my best friends. The memories we had will always be special, going in field trips, having pep rally&#8217;s and me being on the basketball team. Memories are the best part of friends. Friends are the best part of school.</p>
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		<title>What I Accomplished&#8230;..</title>
		<link>http://kaylad2014.edublogs.org/2010/05/25/what-im-most-proud-of/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 17:39:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This year I have accomplished so much. But the accomplishment I am most proud of is getting an A in my worst subject,LA. I also got a high B in Contemporary Issues. I am proud of those grades because I really wasn&#8217;t focused at the begining of the year. But my grades weren&#8217;t D&#8217;s, and [...]]]></description>
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<p>This year I have accomplished so much. But the accomplishment I am most proud of is getting an A in my worst subject,LA. I also got a high B in Contemporary Issues. I am proud of those grades because I really wasn&#8217;t focused at the begining of the year. But my grades weren&#8217;t D&#8217;s, and F,s but they were C&#8217;s and I wasn&#8217;t too happy because I now I can do better.</p>
<p>My grades have improved in LA by me focusing more. I even stopped talking so much and getting distracted easily and finished my work on time and turn in papers that were sopposed to be turned in on time. LA has taught me alot about orginization poems, and writing. I am thankful that my grades have improved even though I try hard.</p>
<p>I also have improved my grades in Contemporary Issues. I have improved by grades in this class because I work harder and focus. I have been trying to not work with people who will get me off focus and will cause me to get distracted and not turn in my work on time.</p>
<p>I am trying so hard to get my grades up to all A&#8217;s. When I get all A&#8217;s I get alot of money from my grandmom and grandpop individually. I will get my grades to where I want them at the end of the year.</p>
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		<title>Smile</title>
		<link>http://kaylad2014.edublogs.org/2010/05/11/smile/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 17:24:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Smile Raina Telgemeier &#8220;smile&#8221; I read the book called “Smile” was about a girl named Raina. Raina was at her girl scout meeting. Raina’s friend Kelli, took her home. Kelli had another friend in the car, so she got dropped off first because Kelli’s mom said she would drop her off first. As the girls [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Smile</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Raina Telgemeier</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">I read the book called “Smile” was about a girl named Raina. Raina was at her girl scout meeting. Raina’s friend Kelli, took her home. Kelli had another friend in the car, so she got dropped off first because Kelli’s mom said she would drop her off first. As the girls got out of the car, the other girl that was in the car decides to race everyone else to Raina’s front door. But as they race to the front door Raina was behind Kelli and Raina tried to tag Kelli but Raina missed and trip and fell. Raina knocked out both of her front teeth and looked like a six year old all over again. Raina then had to go to the orthodontist and get a cast for her teeth.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Raina missed days of school. When Raina went back to school everyone asked her about what happened to her teeth and other questions that made Raina upset. Then Raina went back to the orthodontist and found out that her two front teeth hadn’t grown like they were sopposed to and they were shorter than the rest of her teeth. So Raina’s little sister made fun of her and called her a vampire. Raina was then sent to an Endodontist for root canals.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Raina’s birthday finally came. Along with her birthday party and her other birthday presents, Raina got braces after her birthday. But Raina wanted to get her ears pierced for a long time because her friends get their ears pierced. Raina felt different after she got her braces and always wanted them off but knew that the braces would help her teeth.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Raina then finally made it to the seventh grade and she has band with a cute guy that she thinks is cute.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">But Raina blew him off at the school dance. He had a surprise for her at the dance but Raina got scared and didn’t show up.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Then suddenly an earthquake happened when Raina and her family where home. Then Raina realized that when the earthquake happened her sister hugged her like never before. Raina’s and her little sister felt closer than ever.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I think about the book that, you should never let people make fun of you and be happy. But you also have to be careful with what you do.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I do recommend this book because you get to laugh, feel sorry for Raina. You also get to learn about braces.</p>
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		<title>Choices</title>
		<link>http://kaylad2014.edublogs.org/2010/05/03/choices/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 16:13:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If i can&#8217;t do what i want to do then my job is to not do what i don&#8217;t want to do It&#8217;s not the same thing but it&#8217;s the best i can do If i can&#8217;t have what i want . . . then my job is to want what i&#8217;ve got and be [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If i can&#8217;t do<br />
what i want to do<br />
then my job is to not<br />
do what i don&#8217;t want<br />
to do<br />
It&#8217;s not the same thing<br />
but it&#8217;s the best i can<br />
do<br />
If i can&#8217;t have<br />
what i want . . . then<br />
my job is to want<br />
what i&#8217;ve got<br />
and be satisfied<br />
that at least there<br />
is something more to want<br />
Since i can&#8217;t go<br />
where i need<br />
to go . . . then i must . . . go<br />
where the signs point<br />
through always understanding<br />
parallel movement<br />
isn&#8217;t lateral<br />
When i can&#8217;t express<br />
what i really feel<br />
i practice feeling<br />
what i can express<br />
and none of it is equal<br />
I know<br />
but that&#8217;s why mankind<br />
alone among the animals<br />
learns to cry</p>
<h3><em><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Written by Nikki Giovanni</span></strong></em></h3>
<p><em><strong>What I think about the poem &#8220;Choices&#8221; is that in life you will try to make good or bad decisions. Those decisions can help you or hurt you, and you make the chioce if you want to travel the road of success.<br />
</strong></em></p>
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		<title>What&#8217;s New&#8230;.</title>
		<link>http://kaylad2014.edublogs.org/2010/04/29/whats-new/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 01:04:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dancing is what&#8217;s new. My feet are starting to hurt in my tap shoes, meaning that I need some new ones before our this years recital in June. My feet are not hurting in jazz although i do need some new jazz shoes because they have a whole in them at the bottom. That&#8217;s new!!!!!!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dancing is what&#8217;s new. My feet are starting to hurt in my tap shoes, meaning that I need some new ones before our this years recital in June. My feet are not hurting in jazz although i do need some new jazz shoes because they have a whole in them at the bottom. That&#8217;s new!!!!!!</p>
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		<title>“Success is counted sweetest”</title>
		<link>http://kaylad2014.edublogs.org/2010/04/29/%e2%80%9csuccess-is-counted-sweetest%e2%80%9d/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 00:58:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Success is counted sweetest By those who ne&#8217;er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of Victory As he defeated-dying On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear! Emily Dickinson What [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Success is counted sweetest<br />
By those who ne&#8217;er succeed.<br />
To comprehend a nectar<br />
Requires sorest need.</p>
<p>Not one of all the purple Host<br />
Who took the Flag today<br />
Can tell the definition<br />
So clear of Victory</p>
<p>As he defeated-dying<br />
On whose forbidden ear<br />
The distant strains of triumph<br />
Burst agonized and clear!</p>
<p><strong>Emily Dickinson</strong></p>
<p>What I think about this poem &#8220;<span style="font-size: x-small;">success </span>is counted sweetest&#8221; is that success is important in this world. To do well means to succeed. Before you can succeed you have to through obstacles and when you go through obstacles you succeed. I always want to succeed in everything that I do, don&#8217;t you?</p>
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		<title>The Journey</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 22:58:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!”each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="COLOR: #ddb175; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"> </span></p>
<p><span style="COLOR: #ddb175; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">One day you finally knew<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #ddb175; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">what you had to do, and began,<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #ddb175; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">though the voices around you<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #ddb175; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">kept shouting<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #ddb175; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">their bad advice–<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #ddb175; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">though the whole house<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #e7b085; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">began to tremble<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #e7b085; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">and you felt the old tug<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #e7b085; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">at your ankles.<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #e7b085; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">“Mend my life!”</span><span style="COLOR: #e7b085; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">each voice cried.<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">But you didn’t stop.<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">You knew what you had to do,<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">though the wind pried<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">with its stiff fingers<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">at the very foundations,<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">though their melancholy<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">was terrible.<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">It was already late<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">enough, and a wild night,<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">and the road full of fallen<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">branches and stones.<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">But little by little,<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">as you left their voices behind,<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">the stars began to burn<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">through the sheets of clouds,<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">and there was a new voice<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">which you slowly<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">recognized as your own,<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">that kept you company<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">as you strode deeper and deeper<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">into the world,<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">determined to do<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">the only thing you could do–<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">determined to save<br />
</span><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">the only life you could save.<br />
<strong>Mary Oliver</strong></span></p>
<p><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><strong> </strong></span></p>
<p><span style="COLOR: #dcb791; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><strong>What I think abot this poem &#8220;The Journey&#8221; is that we all go through obsatcles in your life but at sometime in your life someone will help and guide you through the rest of your life you just have to believe for yourself. Not only want to get through you have to stay positve and never give up.</strong></span></p>
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		<title>Sleeping in the Forest</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 22:40:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the [...]]]></description>
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought the earth remembered me,<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">she took me back so tenderly,<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">arranging her dark skirts, her pockets<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">full of lichens and seeds.<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">nothing between me and the white fire of the stars<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">among the branches of the perfect trees.<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All night I heard the small kingdoms<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">breathing around me, the insects,<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and the birds who do their work in the darkness.<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All night I rose and fell, as if in water,<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">grappling with a luminous doom. By morning<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had vanished at least a dozen times<br />
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">into something better.</span></div>
<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana;"><strong>Mary Oliver</strong></span></div>
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<div><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: #dcb791; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #888888;">What I think of the poem &#8220;Sleeping in the Forest&#8221; is that this world contains alot of creatures with wondrous works. These wondrous creatures make people have peaceful nights.</span></span></span></div>
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		<title>Touched by an Angel</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><span style="color: #f30b71;">We, unaccustomed to courage<br />
exiles from delight<br />
live coiled in shells of loneliness<br />
until love leaves its high holy temple<br />
and comes into our sight<br />
to liberate us into life.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #f30b71;">Love arrives<br />
and in its train come ecstasies<br />
old memories of pleasure<br />
ancient histories of pain.<br />
Yet if we are bold,<br />
love strikes away the chains of fear<br />
from our souls.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #f30b71;">We are weaned from our timidity<br />
In the flush of love&#8217;s light<br />
we dare be brave<br />
And suddenly we see<br />
that love costs all we are<br />
and will ever be.<br />
Yet it is only love<br />
which sets us free.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 20px;"><span style="color: #f30b71;">Maya Angelou </span></span></p>
<p>What I think of the poem &#8220;Touched by an Angel&#8221; is that any person that has gone through obstacles in their life they finally get to overcome them. Being tired of not having anybody to talk or hang out with. Then suddenly along come someone that meets all your needs and then you feel that you have been &#8220;Touched By An Angel.&#8221;</p>
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