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        <title>Badger Princess</title>
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        <summary>Once upon a time, a beautiful Badger Princess lived in the deep dark woods. She was different from the other Badgers, a little more independent, a little more cantankerous. And while all the other Badgers were content making burrows and...</summary>
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            <name>Michael Morrill</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://worldbeyond.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c940e53ef01310fb00124970c-popup" onclick="window.open( this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=480,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0' ); return false" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Badger" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c940e53ef01310fb00124970c " src="http://worldbeyond.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c940e53ef01310fb00124970c-320wi" /></a> <br /></div> <br /><p><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3">Once upon a time, a beautiful Badger Princess lived in the deep dark woods.<span>  </span>She was different from the other Badgers, a little more independent, a little more cantankerous.<span>   </span>And
while all the other Badgers were content making burrows and meandering
about in their little section of the forest, the Badger Princess was
always searching for something more.<span><br /></span></font></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3"><span /></font></strong></span><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268840093_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed #0066cc; cursor: pointer;">Ever since</span> she was young, she felt different, like there was something she was missing.<span>  </span>She felt driven to wander, and had explored the forest for many years.<span>  </span>She’d
visited many interesting places where badgers had never been, and each
time she returned to her kingdom, she discovered she’d grown
increasingly tired of the company of other badgers.</font></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3"><span /></font></strong></span><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3">One
winter, she set out on another journey, after several days of travel
deeper into the woods, she realized she was in a place she’d never been
before.<span>  </span>She felt nervous and exhilarated all at
the same time, and with her whiskers excitedly twitching, she slowly
scurried along, soaking in the sights and smells of this wonderful new
place.<span>  </span>She was so excited she hadn’t really
noticed the snow falling, but as day faded into night, it became more
and more difficult for the Badger Princess to make her way through the
woods.<span>  </span>She began to shiver as the snow piled up and reached her slender belly.<span>  </span>The wind was picking up and driving the snow in front of her.<span>  </span>She
 needed shelter.</font></strong><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #7f7f00;">
</span><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3">Soon
she came upon the base of a small hill and as she wound her way behind
some large rocks, she discovered the entrance to a small cave.<span>  </span>“Perfect!” she said to herself, and wearily made her way inside.<span>  </span>As she made her way deeper into the cave, the sounds of the wind and snow faded into softness.<span>  </span>She was grateful for the shelter, but knew she was in for a cold night.<span>  </span>She began to search for the best spot to build a makeshift nest, when suddenly she was face to face with a fierce creature.<span>  </span>He was huge!<span>  </span>And he looked angry.<span> </span>Through her cold-soaked brain the Badger
 Princess realized she had encountered her first bear.<span><br /></span></font></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3"><span /></font></strong></span><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3">Of course the Badger Princess had heard stories of bears during her travels.<span>  </span>She’d been told about their enormous paws with claws even sharper than her own.<span>  </span>Bear’s mouths were full of teeth like small daggers.<span>  </span>She’d heard bears frightened every other animal in the forest.<span>  </span>They were mean, they stank, they were rude, they ate everything (and everyone) in sight.<span>  </span>But most of all, they did not like to share their den with anyone.<span>  </span>Wandering into a bear’s den was a guarantee for a severe thrashing, or worse!</font></strong><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #7f7f00;">
</span><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3">The bear’s massive head was inches from the sweet badger’s face.<span>  </span>He growled ferociously.<span>  </span>Yet the Badger Princess wasn’t scared at all.<span>  </span>As she looked in the bear’s blue eyes something inside her whispered it would be alright.<span>  </span>Her nose wriggled.<span>  </span>She’d heard bears smelled horrible, but she found herself enjoying his scent.<span>  </span>She did not back away.<span>  </span>In fact, she drew a little closer, and began to feel just a little bit excited.<span>  </span>She noticed her tail trembling slightly.</font></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3"><span /><span /></font></strong></span><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3">Seeing
that his angry display didn’t frighten the badger off, the bear hid his
teeth and stuck his snout closer to her; he was immediately intoxicated
by her scent and what he saw when he looked at her.<span>  </span>He
was attracted to her cute little nose, her intelligent brown eyes, her
perky whiskers, her perfect feet and shapely rear haunches, and that
perfect tail.<span>  </span>He brushed his nose against hers, and gave her a little lick. She seemed to like it.<span>  </span>He continued to use his snout to investigate her body.</font></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #7f7f00;">
</span><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3">The Badger Princess was definitely not afraid, but she couldn’t move as the bear sniffed and licked his way around her fur.<span>  </span>Her whiskers stood at attention, her fur fluffed softly, her tail twitched rhythmically.<span>  </span>She
was no longer cold, in fact the den seemed so warm and pleasant, and
the bear’s thick fur so soft and inviting, she found herself rubbing up
against him.<span>  </span>She loved the feel of his mouth on her.<span>  </span>Soon she was enveloped by him buried deep into his hair, his mouth and paws were everywhere, discovering her pink places.<span>  </span>She felt the weight of his body on press against her and she just let herself go.<span> 
 </span>Her badger nature rose within her.<span>  </span>She began using her snout and teeth and claws to explore the bear.<span>  </span>They snuggled and burrowed together throughout the long dark night.<span>  </span>She had never felt so wonderful, and somehow she knew the bear, now her bear, felt exactly the same way.<span><br /></span></font></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3"><span /></font></strong></span><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3">They spent many days and nights that winter exploring each other, grooming, sleeping, rutting, enjoying each other’s company.<span>  </span>The
cave was large enough that when they needed alone time they had their
own space to retreat into, but they found themselves spending most of
their time together and loving it.<span>  </span>The Badger Princess felt calm and safe when she was with her bear, especially when she snuggled into his furry chest at night.<span><br /></span></font></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3"><span /></font></strong></span><span style="color: #7f7f00;"><strong><font size="3">As winter turned to spring, the Badger Princess and bear left that cave and began to travel the forest together.<span>  </span>They visited places they’d already been, but found a new beauty shared together.<span>  </span>They visited places they’d never been and were wide-eyed at their discoveries.<span>  </span>They
left that forest and travelled to the ends of the earth and back
again…sometimes grouchy, always learning, always laughing, always
enjoying their quiet moments together at the end of an interesting
journey.<span>  </span>And the Badger Princess realized this was what she’d been searching for since she was a little girl.<span>  </span>She’d been searching for a bear in her
 life.</font></strong></span></p></div>
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        <title>PMNOC Tanka</title>
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        <published>2009-09-30T05:23:46-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-09-30T05:34:52-07:00</updated>
        <summary>locale matters not I want her like no other we'll be together future will resolve itself i cannot live without her</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Michael Morrill</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="font-size: 18px; color: #ff7f00; font-family: Trebuchet MS; text-align: center;"><strong>locale matters not<br />I want her like no other<br />we'll be together<br />future will resolve itself<br />i cannot live without her</strong></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://worldbeyond.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c940e53ef0120a5acca8c970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Sun color" class="at-xid-6a00d8341c940e53ef0120a5acca8c970b " src="http://worldbeyond.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c940e53ef0120a5acca8c970b-300wi" style="width: 280px;" /></a></div></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>My Lover and I</title>
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        <published>2009-07-22T11:31:59-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-07-22T11:42:03-07:00</updated>
        <summary>My lover and I are far away But we try to talk most every day Hearing her voice brings peace to my heart And most often spronging to a certain part When I think of her I can’t help but...</summary>
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            <name>Michael Morrill</name>
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        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Poetry" />
        
        
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><strong><span style="color: #7f003f; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My lover and I are far away <br />But we try to talk most every day<br /> <br />Hearing her voice brings peace to my heart <br />And most often spronging to a certain part<br /> <br />When I think of her I can’t help but smile <br />Will six months seem just like a short while? <br /><br />I think so because when we talk on the phone <br />If we’re not too busy making each other moan<br /> <br />As partners we plan and plot and scheme <br />We share and improve such a wonderful dream <br /><br />Fifteen days we’ll have in the Outback <br />Then a cross country drive when I’m done in Iraq <br /><br />After that some of the details really aren’t clear <br />But we both want to be incredibly near <br /><br />To each other, to begin our neighborly plan <br />She’ll be my woman and I’ll be her man <br /><br />And when we’re fortunate enough to meet <br />I hope she’ll show off her perfect feet <br /><br />I hope she’ll forgive me if I stop and stare <br />As she walks by in her underwear <br /><br />I want to hold her in my arms <br />Then lay her down, to sample her charms <br /><br />I’ll let her kiss me on my lips <br />While I gently use my fingertips <br /><br />On her, to caress my favorite parts <br />(Like where her legs end, and her ass starts)<br /> <br />I want her head nestled down on my chest <br />That’s the time of day that I love best <br /><br />And as we drift slowly off to sleep <br />Our hearts, our dreams, together we’ll keep</span><br /><br /></strong></p></div>
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        <title>After I Showered in the Desert</title>
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        <published>2009-07-01T12:55:06-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-07-01T12:57:31-07:00</updated>
        <summary>I want to come visit your Outback oasis We'll dance, we'll explore, we'll even have "races" I'm sure you'll succumb to my lips and my smell Your lust will give rise to an animal yell Then after a bath we'll...</summary>
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            <name>Michael Morrill</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: #bf5f00; FONT-FAMILY: Trebuchet MS"><strong><span style="FONT-SIZE: 15px; FONT-FAMILY: Trebuchet MS">I want to come visit your Outback oasis<br />We'll dance, we'll explore, we'll even have "races"</span></strong></span></p>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: #bf5f00; FONT-FAMILY: Trebuchet MS"><strong><span style="FONT-SIZE: 15px; FONT-FAMILY: Trebuchet MS">I'm sure you'll succumb to my lips and my smell<br />Your lust will give rise to an animal yell<br /><br />Then after a bath we'll start over again<br />I'm cock of the walk, will you be my wild hen?</span></strong></span></p>
<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: #bf5f00; FONT-FAMILY: Trebuchet MS"><strong><span style="FONT-SIZE: 15px; FONT-FAMILY: Trebuchet MS">Don't worry at all, no need to feel shame<br />I won't tell your kids, won't mention your name<br /><br />We're more than mere playthings, but not quite sure what<br />Entertainers, and seekers of things we've forgot<br /><br />We're writing our own fresh new "book of love"<br />A beacon for us like Luna above<br /><br />We'll each author chapters as the years go by<br />Reviewing, revising until we both die<br /><br />Dead! -- worn out dear lover from travel and fun<br />Two quite different people whose hearts became one</span></strong></span></p>
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    <entry>
        <title>Qatari Moon</title>
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        <published>2009-06-30T13:00:59-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-06-30T13:00:59-07:00</updated>
        <summary>Descending through a dirty Qatari sky a waxing half-full moon in my heart while viewing I long to make my girl friend swoon For ever since time began Luna has love inspired within creatures who predate man their lust for...</summary>
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            <name>Michael Morrill</name>
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        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Poetry" />
        
        
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-SIZE: 15px"><strong style="COLOR: #7f007f">Descending through a dirty Qatari sky<br />a waxing half-full moon<br />in my heart while viewing I<br />long to make my girl friend swoon<br /><br />For ever since time began<br />Luna has love inspired<br />within creatures who predate man<br />their lust for flesh was sired<br /><br />Seeing the moon anew, our lovers<br />not remembering the past<br />intoxicated, forsake all others<br />and grow a better love that lasts</strong></span></p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>A Rainy Day in Vot</title>
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        <published>2008-08-07T06:51:51-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-08-07T06:51:51-07:00</updated>
        <summary>On a cold rainy day I miss my lover Snuggled under her lava lava as cold winds blow She delights and excites me like no other My thoughts turn to her; tender feelings grow Her outsides, her insides -- so...</summary>
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            <name>Michael Morrill</name>
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="tahoma, new york, times, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From outward behavior to the depth of my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="tahoma, new york, times, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For her I want to be better, I long to be true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="tahoma, new york, times, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her love…combining our differences…makes me whole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="tahoma, new york, times, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="tahoma, new york, times, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you dear lover, you’ve been through the fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="tahoma, new york, times, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving our old relationships…hard work nearly done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="tahoma, new york, times, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the months ahead I long to stoke your desire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="tahoma, new york, times, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Til flames cleanse us both, and we feel we are one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>Fate Brought Two Strangers</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-53111098</id>
        <published>2008-07-23T06:13:31-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-06-30T13:13:58-07:00</updated>
        <summary>Fate brought two strangers together Each ready for something quite new A far off land, cold winter weather It began when she took off her shoes They took their time, they took it slow Long walks and talks, ass comments...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Michael Morrill</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Poetry" />
        
        
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Fate brought two strangers together&lt;br /&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;ach ready for something quite new &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;A far off land, cold winter weather&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;It began when she took off her shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;They took their time, they took it slow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Long walks and talks, ass comments by phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;But in Kharmastadt, they just had to know&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;As trains rolled by he first heard her moan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Time passed by, Luna shown down from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Long distance calls, emails, and crack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Reunions, road trips, they fell hard in love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Then once more to Russia they came back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;His attraction to her strong and physical&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;To his hands and lips her body speaks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;But more than all that, also it’s spiritual&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;She gives him the strength that he seeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Then separated for months on end&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Despite sorrow and silence and pain&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;They stayed close enough to survive as friends&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Although tested, their faith yet remained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;For each a chapter draws to a close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40; FONT-SIZE: 13px"&gt;Independence now rolls into view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Dreamed of, but at times&amp;#0160;hard to suppose&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Future arrives at last, so exciting and new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;Forget the past, just live in the now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;He wants her more than ever before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial Black; COLOR: #007f40"&gt;They’ll figure it out, discover the how&lt;br /&gt;Friends, lovers, neighbors...perhaps evermore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#0160;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;h4&gt;&amp;#0160;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>One Year Ago</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-52269296</id>
        <published>2008-07-04T17:21:42-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-04T17:21:42-07:00</updated>
        <summary>A recap of our 2007 road trip through Nevada. Day One (Wed, 27 Jun) (Reno Extended Stay) Afternoon arrival (Hooray!) Turtles, titty bar expeditionary visit, gift exchange my 2 pair of beautiful earrings, really cool wine glass/ coffee cup combo,...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Michael Morrill</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Back Story" />
        
        
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A recap of our 2007 road trip through Nevada.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Day One (Wed, 27 Jun) (Reno Extended Stay)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afternoon arrival (Hooray!)&lt;br&gt;Turtles, titty bar expeditionary visit, gift exchange&lt;br&gt;my 2 pair of beautiful earrings, really cool wine&lt;br&gt;glass/ coffee cup combo, really neat sin t-shirt, cant&lt;br&gt;wait to wear. Books, CD; Mike's necklace, Magic 8 ball, books, knife, doo rag&lt;br&gt;Spaghetti dinner. Very fabulous...it's a first that&lt;br&gt;a man I was well...ahem sleeping with went to the&lt;br&gt;trouble of cooking me a nice dinner..pie!&lt;br&gt;Bowling...but I can't seem to remember who won all&lt;br&gt;three games. Kelly, care to comment?? Well Mike&lt;br&gt;"won" all 3 games. But I suspected he might be a sore&lt;br&gt;loser..umm so I was a good loser, in case he&lt;br&gt;threatened to "hold out on the goodies" because his&lt;br&gt;fragile 48/52 manhood was insulted. Boy, that was the&lt;br&gt;BEST decision I ever made. So when I really kick his&lt;br&gt;beautiful muscular ass in Russia..well it won't&lt;br&gt;matter, he'll still give "sugar britches" her desire,&lt;br&gt;if only out of boredom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Two (Thurs, 28 Jun) (Reno Extended Stay)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three Words: WHITE TRASH THURSDAY!!&lt;br&gt;Pancakes and sausage for breakfast PECAN PANCAKES,&lt;br&gt;THANX LOVER&lt;br&gt;Tattoo&lt;br&gt;Pool/ Shiner!&lt;br&gt;PF Chang's/ Kellys first pomigranate martini&lt;br&gt;Tittie Bar!!!!!My first boobie grab/lap dance,&lt;br&gt;getting off on watching my boyfriend get off!! hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Three (Fri, 29 Jun) (Camping at Wet Snatch...I mean Rye Patch Reservoir)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stir-fry for breakfast&lt;br&gt;On the road to Lovelock&lt;br&gt;LOVELOCK CAVE&lt;br&gt;Time by the river&lt;br&gt;Walk to the lake&lt;br&gt;SHOWERING IN THE "HANDICAPPED" HOT SHOWER&lt;br&gt;Hot links for dinner &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Four (Sat, 30 Jun) (Camping at Birch Creek Canyon) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pancakes for breakfast PECAN PANCAKES!&lt;br&gt;Scenic drive south to 50 &lt;br&gt;Creek bathing&lt;br&gt;Austin Cemetery &lt;br&gt;Meatball sandwiches for dinner NO BLUE MOON FOR&lt;br&gt;US..BUT A STELLAR NIGHT NONE THE LESS, BRUISES TO SHOW&lt;br&gt;FOR IT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Five (Sun, 1 Jul) (Stevenson's Holliday Inn, Kings Beach, CA)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEA MONKEYS&lt;br&gt;bacon and eggs at the diner in Austin&lt;br&gt;Reliving Kelly's prior treks across the NV&lt;br&gt;wilderness. THANK YOU FOR NOT LOOKING TOO BORED&lt;br&gt;PETROGLYPH WALK - A beautiful valley view&lt;br&gt;Ylang Ylang massage&lt;br&gt;Brown strappy one-piece swimsuit&lt;br&gt;Mike eating potato chips&lt;br&gt;Pizza and garlic chips for dinner&lt;br&gt;First official moon sighting, above Lake Tahoe&lt;br&gt;A little gambling &lt;br&gt;As I recall (although you know my memory) someone said&lt;br&gt;that night was the "best" he has ever had!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Six (Mon, 2 Jul) (Reno Airport Best Western)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laying on Tahoe Beach&lt;br&gt;Lounging by pool - Kelly in her laser cut Bikini...three words:&amp;nbsp; ooh la la! &lt;br&gt;Played some Pool&lt;br&gt;Pedicures&lt;br&gt;Dinner at Rapscallions&lt;br&gt;Listened to some Blues&lt;br&gt;DANCED WITH I-PODS ON "DON'T LET ME DOWN" BY THE&lt;br&gt;STEREOPHONICS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Departure (Tue, 3 Jul) (Separate Beds)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>A Difficult Road</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-51800076</id>
        <published>2008-06-24T11:21:46-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-06-24T11:21:46-07:00</updated>
        <summary>We’ve come so far down a difficult road At times carrying a burdensome load As I continue along, with each passing mile I think of you, and us, and break into a smile My heart, now chastened by its own...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Michael Morrill</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Poetry" />
        
        
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve come so far down a difficult road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At times carrying a burdensome load&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I continue along, with each passing mile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think of you, and us, and break into a smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#0160;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart, now chastened by its own weakness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Longs once again to bask in your sweetness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To feel safe, content, wrapped up in your arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To sample and taste your delectable charms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#0160;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your brains, your white hair, your sweet curvy ass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way that you walk, your sugar and sass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you sweet lover, to look in your brown eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While I’m above and inside you and hear your soft sighs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#0160;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when you’re alone or feeling week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just listen and know it’s you that I seek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s you, Natasha, that I want close by my side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#0060bf" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the rest of this life’s unknown wild ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>Forgive Me</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-51679714</id>
        <published>2008-06-21T15:40:02-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-06-21T15:40:02-07:00</updated>
        <summary>Thinking of last week my heart breaks for hurting you forgive me lover face to face conversation I accept any penance</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Michael Morrill</name>
        </author>
        
        
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><strong style="font-family: Arial Black;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #737373;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Thinking of last week</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;">my heart breaks for hurting you</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;">forgive me lover</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;">face to face conversation</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I accept any penance</span> </span></span></strong></p></div>
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