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		<title>Morroco&#8217;s Winter Wonderland</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 19:58:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I always liked winter nights
Best
I could cuddle up
Under the covers
Eating what I love
Cosucous
Tagine
And chicken
Along with
A good book
Fuzzy socks
And my imagination
Hot chocolate
For desert
Marshmallows on top
And lots
And lots
Of whipped cream
Falling asleep
To the hum of the traffic
Then drifiting
Drifting into
My own wonderland
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I always liked winter nights<br />
Best<br />
I could cuddle up<br />
Under the covers<br />
Eating what I love<br />
Cosucous<br />
Tagine<br />
And chicken<br />
Along with<br />
A good book<br />
Fuzzy socks<br />
And my imagination<br />
Hot chocolate<br />
For desert<br />
Marshmallows on top<br />
And lots<br />
And lots<br />
Of whipped cream<br />
Falling asleep<br />
To the hum of the traffic<br />
Then drifiting<br />
Drifting into<br />
My own wonderland</p>
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		<title>The Wishing Well</title>
		<link>http://camara.edublogs.org/2007/11/13/the-wishing-well/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 19:07:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>camaracw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So its true, he though, its really true.Jason Paker had suddenly come to terms with reality. His mother was engaged, and he had only just  found out. He had always thought that after his dad died it would always be just the three of them. Him, Sam and Mom. He didnt understand how he [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So its true, he though, its really true.Jason Paker had suddenly come to terms with reality. His mother was engaged, and he had only just  found out. He had always thought that after his dad died it would always be just the three of them. Him, Sam and Mom. He didnt understand how he hadnt seen all the signs before. He was so oblivious. All the signs had been right there staring him in the face. The late hours at work, her being happy all the time and of course the long weekend trips during which he and Sam had been dumped at Auntie Deborah&#8217;s house.Everything was coming together, just like the jigsaw puzzle he bought yesterday.</p>
<p>         Now he was stuck having to live under the same roof as Bob, his soon-to-be new dad.He didnt want it to be this way. He wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. Bob wasnt really a mean guy, I mean he isnt great, but if he wasnt going to marry his mother, and take his dad&#8217;s place then he would be an okay person.</p>
<p>        Jason let out a huge sigh, oh well looks like I have to deal with it, he thought. What is this going to come to? Can i really trust Bob? He asked himself. Jason decided to take a walk, he needed to straighten out his thoughts, which were all twisted and had been turned into a large vortex of confusion and anger. All this anger, currently was directed  to Bob. As he walked, he saw that he had walked too far and was in a forest of some sort. &#8220;Oh great, and now im lost&#8221;, he said to himself. He continued walking and then stopped for a minute when he heard the swaying of what sounded like a stream.</p>
<p>        He walked a little farther and instead of a stream, came to a well near a custer of trees. Wishing Well it said. He checked the back pocket of his jeans for change. Lucily he had one penny in his pocker. These things are stupid, but maybe this will turn my luck around, might as well anyway, he thought. He closed his eyes and rubbed the penny with all his might, just like he had seen on that tv show &#8220;The Queen&#8217;s Nose&#8221;. Then he tossed it into the well.</p>
<p>      Suddenly  he was lifted from his feet and was eneveloped in a whirlwind. He could see different faces as everything spun around him, and he became dizzy. All of a sudden he was knocked on the head by something hard. He felt a sharp pain on his temple and then everything went black. When he awoke he found himself in a circular room. He was petrified, he didnt know where he was and what had happened to him. There were six windows in the the room but they were tinted and he couldnt see through them. He felt as if he were being watched. Suddenly the door opened and he saw his father. He ran towards him and started crying. &#8220;But..but..but how? he stammered. &#8220;Ask me no questions and I&#8217;ll tell you no lies&#8221; his father replied. Oh how he had missed hearing his fathers voice, and those famous words.</p>
<p>         Jason and his dad spent the whole day together, reminiscing about the old days, and Mom and Sam. He felt as if he was on top of the world. &#8221; Son, I know its hard, but you have to be nice to Bob, he&#8217;s a good guy, and he makes your mother very happy, I know she hasnt been happy for a long time,but now she is, and I&#8217;m glad. You dont have to worry about how I feel about them anymore, because now you know&#8221; his father told him. &#8220;Promise me that you will be nice to him, for your mother&#8217;s sake, and tell Mom and Sam that I love them and I love you too&#8221;, he whispered in Jason&#8217;s ear.  I promise dad, and I love you and miss you so much&#8221;. &#8221; Goodbye Jason, and I love you more than you can imagine&#8221; his dad said. &#8220;Wait why are you saying goodbye? Im not going yet&#8221; Jason begged. Just as quickly as he was brought to him , he was gone in a flash. Another whirwhind swept Jason up and everything went black. &#8220;Jason, Sam!!! Wake up, its time for breakfast!&#8221; Bob and his mother yelled.</p>
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		<title>Child Soliders</title>
		<link>http://camara.edublogs.org/2007/11/13/child-soliders/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 18:25:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Using children soldiers to fight wars
Thats untenable, its wrong.
Innocent children are not created to be used
Used and abused.
At this very moment a child soldier is dying.
And how are we stopping it?
The plain truth: were not
I love you, you love me, were a great &#8212;-
No! Thats not what they have been told
So why should we sing [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Using children soldiers to fight wars<br />
Thats untenable, its wrong.</p>
<p>Innocent children are not created to be used<br />
Used and abused.</p>
<p>At this very moment a child soldier is dying.</p>
<p>And how are we stopping it?<br />
The plain truth: were not</p>
<p>I love you, you love me, were a great &#8212;-</p>
<p>No! Thats not what they have been told<br />
So why should we sing it?<br />
They know no love<br />
Love swims in every direction except for theirs</p>
<p>At this very moment a child soldier is dying</p>
<p>They manipulate these poor children<br />
Make them believe a lie and just let it be<br />
Make them forget their old lives<br />
Make them forget their families<br />
Most importantly they make them forget compassion</p>
<p>At this very moment a child soldier is dying</p>
<p>This needs to stop now!</p>
<p>It needs to end<br />
It needs to end<br />
It needs to end.</p>
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		<title>Eyes</title>
		<link>http://camara.edublogs.org/2007/11/12/hello-world/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 04:05:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>camaracw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[What do eyes show?
Eyes show emotion
Green, brown,blue,gray
No matter the color
Emotion is immenent
Eyes show whats underneath
What the mouth doesnt want to
Or is not capable of expressing
They show whats underneath
Sorrow
Joy
Anxiety
Eyes show it all
What do eyes show?
Do they show what you have been through?
Yes
If you look deep enough they will
What do eyes show?
Eyes take you deep
Deep inside
Personality unfolds
Blinding [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What do eyes show?<br />
Eyes show emotion<br />
Green, brown,blue,gray<br />
No matter the color<br />
Emotion is immenent</p>
<p>Eyes show whats underneath<br />
What the mouth doesnt want to<br />
Or is not capable of expressing<br />
They show whats underneath<br />
Sorrow<br />
Joy<br />
Anxiety<br />
Eyes show it all</p>
<p>What do eyes show?<br />
Do they show what you have been through?<br />
Yes<br />
If you look deep enough they will</p>
<p>What do eyes show?<br />
Eyes take you deep<br />
Deep inside<br />
Personality unfolds<br />
Blinding like a direct ray of sunshine.</p>
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