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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:kay2020.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/</id><title>This is as much as I know... today</title><link rel="self" href="http://kay2020.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kay2020.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-10T13:50:53+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:kay2020.blog.co.uk,2006-04-23:/2006/04/23/i_m_no_poet_silly_poem_about_spoons~750460/</id><title>(I'm no poet) - Silly poem about spoons</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kay2020.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/i_m_no_poet_silly_poem_about_spoons~750460/"/><author><name>Kay2020</name></author><published>2006-04-23T21:17:28+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:17:28+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Silly poem about spoons &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Spoons, all rounded ready for a stir&lt;br&gt;
Good as scooping porridge for all those little bears&lt;br&gt;
Hang them on your nose whilst balancing on your toes&lt;br&gt;
Try not to feel a tickle as your confidence grows&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You are such a valid object in my day to day “abouts”&lt;br&gt;
So loyal and stern, your strength I’ll never doubt&lt;br&gt;
Except when straining ice-cream out of its little pot&lt;br&gt;
I feel you bend and weep, Oh I know I’m such a rot&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh lovely looking spoon, I shall not want to use you&lt;br&gt;
I’d like to hide you from my brother who I know would abuse&lt;br&gt;
I’ll keep you polished and neat away from prying eyes&lt;br&gt;
But promise me one thing spoon – you’ll help me with my HaganDaz&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://kay2020.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/i_m_no_poet_silly_poem_about_spoons~750460/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:kay2020.blog.co.uk,2006-04-23:/2006/04/23/curley_kale_and_beetroot~750399/</id><title>Curley Kale and Beetroot.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kay2020.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/curley_kale_and_beetroot~750399/"/><author><name>Kay2020</name></author><published>2006-04-23T20:45:00+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:45:00+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Curley Kale and Beetroot. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Curley kale and beetroot simmering in the pan&lt;br&gt;
Curley kale and beetroot spinning round and round&lt;br&gt;
Curley kale and beetroot smitten with the other&lt;br&gt;
Curley kale and beetroot giggling like a lover&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Curley kale and beetroot, what a lovely combination&lt;br&gt;
Curley kale and beetroot, what a mad taste sensation&lt;br&gt;
Curley kale and beetroot makes the water purple&lt;br&gt;
Curley kale and beetroot makes me want to chortle&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Curley kale and beetroot, my plate is warm and ready&lt;br&gt;
Curley kale and beetroot hold that hot pan steady&lt;br&gt;
Curley kale and beetroot, fork and mouth will meet&lt;br&gt;
Curley kale and beetroot, for you I’m going to eat. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://kay2020.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/curley_kale_and_beetroot~750399/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:kay2020.blog.co.uk,2006-04-23:/2006/04/23/crowds_or_something~750313/</id><title>Crowds.. or something...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kay2020.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/crowds_or_something~750313/"/><author><name>Kay2020</name></author><published>2006-04-23T20:16:49+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:16:49+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Any Other Time&lt;br&gt;
Crowds of kids&lt;br&gt;
Crowds of dogs&lt;br&gt;
Crowds of couples&lt;br&gt;
Crowds of families&lt;br&gt;
Crowds of crowds... followed by nothing.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yesterday&lt;br&gt;
Saturday spent battling a hang-over&lt;br&gt;
Saturday spent trying to be busy&lt;br&gt;
Saturday spent battling the crowds&lt;br&gt;
Saturday spent needing to be in the crowds&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Today&lt;br&gt;
Silence, serenity, security&lt;br&gt;
Seclusion of Sunday&lt;br&gt;
Sedate and full of ease&lt;br&gt;
No need to feel insecure about not being in a crowd on a Sunday&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;In Time.&lt;br&gt;
Monday will be busy&lt;br&gt;
Monday will be different&lt;br&gt;
Monday will shout at you&lt;br&gt;
Monday will have its own new and clean crowds. &lt;/p&gt;
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