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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9N5JM1JCjVpDcWFW9pxM3_38zhc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9N5JM1JCjVpDcWFW9pxM3_38zhc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Blog-alog-aDing-Dong/~4/7vTq2trfFnc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ducketts.blogspot.com/feeds/5955626350071670711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10820801&amp;postID=5955626350071670711" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10820801/posts/default/5955626350071670711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10820801/posts/default/5955626350071670711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Blog-alog-aDing-Dong/~3/7vTq2trfFnc/get-you-fill.html" title="Get your Fill" /><author><name>Ducketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267328666672532528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANTTBvVk0Wg/SnvAI2wVMnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EOUqp1ywDpM/S220/IMG_0093.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ducketts.blogspot.com/2010/04/get-you-fill.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQDSX0-eyp7ImA9WxBbF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10820801.post-657569425354204123</id><published>2010-02-28T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:12:58.353-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-15T22:12:58.353-07:00</app:edited><title>Thoughts of Tomorrow</title><content type="html">There is no hope if we ourselves believe is so.  There is no fire burning within us if we don't choose to seek out the flame. There is no light upon our tunnels if we don't raise our heads past our feet. There's no way if we don't forge one. There's only struggle if we seek to define it that way instead of looking at it as progress. With all things worthwhile in live there has been pain and suffering put in. With all steps taken in life there have been wrong moves as well as right moves. We cannot be taught what we think we already know and we cannot do what we haven't yet been taught. We need to be taught change in our lives. To look up when the world pushes you down, to step forward when others want you to step aside and to struggle for the sole purpose of turning your, sweat, time, effort and tears into progress. We need to branch together our communities one by one and not only work within our small communities but reach out to our national communities, international communities and to whomever of those may have been forsaken from their own community. We need to solidify all together as a whole in unity to push our steps forward to change in life, change in the world, change in humanity and change in who we are and how we are. With our steps we need to kick up and kick forth a wind that will blow worldwide bringing other change and making it evident that we as a global entity can do together and will do for the better good of tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10820801-657569425354204123?l=ducketts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aVJKbrU1BwbA9naHLeJZ9PkMg_8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aVJKbrU1BwbA9naHLeJZ9PkMg_8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Blog-alog-aDing-Dong/~4/g7gVcoD0aNI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ducketts.blogspot.com/feeds/5812287846275007719/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10820801&amp;postID=5812287846275007719" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10820801/posts/default/5812287846275007719?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10820801/posts/default/5812287846275007719?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Blog-alog-aDing-Dong/~3/g7gVcoD0aNI/awaiting-breeze.html" title="Awaiting the Breeze" /><author><name>Ducketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267328666672532528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANTTBvVk0Wg/SnvAI2wVMnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EOUqp1ywDpM/S220/IMG_0093.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ducketts.blogspot.com/2009/08/awaiting-breeze.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CQHw5fSp7ImA9WxJUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10820801.post-8609697417450383059</id><published>2009-07-10T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:06:01.225-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-10T14:06:01.225-07:00</app:edited><title>Here &amp; There</title><content type="html">I'm not there, I'm here but even here is not concrete in it's existence. I move from moment to moment changing direction spastically and without warning. I can stop a moment to ponder but then I'm gone again staying stagnant just enough to prove that I surely do exist. I cannot focus on a moment, an object or a thought because I do not allow myself proper time in which to do so. My thoughts run into one long stream of words, sentences, paragraphs and ideas. I am coming and going in the same moment and I defy physics because me, myself and I can occupy the same space at the same time but in order to do so we must all be stopped at the same moment which in itself is a project of monumental proportions. I am a blur to the eye a momentary glimpse into the mind of chaos and a partial figment of your imagination. I am every which way but lose and even that way would be considered forward progress. I am at this moment all the fingers in a never ending crack in the dam with time against me, pain setting in and no end in sight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10820801-8609697417450383059?l=ducketts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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