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<channel><title><![CDATA[John Albrecht<br /> - RR]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.johnalbrechtjr.com/rr.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[RR]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 23:23:25 -0800</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[That Terrible Tuesday & Forgetting Friday]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.johnalbrechtjr.com/2/post/2011/12/that-terrible-tuesday-forgetting-friday.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.johnalbrechtjr.com/2/post/2011/12/that-terrible-tuesday-forgetting-friday.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 19:46:57 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.johnalbrechtjr.com/2/post/2011/12/that-terrible-tuesday-forgetting-friday.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Silly SundayHe gets a call from her wanting to see him.She picks him up and they buy toilet paper together.Mushy MondayHe looks at the ring on her finger.She shakes her head at him again.Terrible TuesdayHe thinks he's rushing it but he tries for a kiss toda [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; "><span style="font-style: italic;">Silly Sunday</span><br />He gets a call from her wanting to see him.<br />She picks him up and they buy toilet paper together.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mushy Monday</span><br />He looks at the ring on her finger.<br />She shakes her head at him again.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Terrible Tuesday</span><br />He thinks he's rushing it but he tries for a kiss today.<br />She probably wanted to but she turns her head away.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Weird Wednesday </span><br />He sees the new necklace resting on her skin.<br />She surprises him by asking if he loves her.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tiring Thursday</span><br />He knows she won't leave the other guy.<br />She doesn't know what she wants it seems.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Forgetting Friday </span><br />He tries to fight it out with the emotions by avoiding her.<br />She leaves soon with today being her last day.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sad Saturday</span><br />He realizes that this might be the end of this.<br />She was a distraction to him and now she's gone.<br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Maybe Just Maybe...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.johnalbrechtjr.com/2/post/2011/11/maybe-just-maybe.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.johnalbrechtjr.com/2/post/2011/11/maybe-just-maybe.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.johnalbrechtjr.com/2/post/2011/11/maybe-just-maybe.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Maybe Just Maybe...We're getting ourselves far into this.Day after day we're getting deeper and deeper.I think we're both developing feelings...Maybe just maybe we can act on them.Or maybe we can ignore them and just forget.We can't overlook the fact that you're taken...We're getting ourselves far into this.Night after night I find myself thinking of you.You'r [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Maybe Just Maybe...<br /><br />We're getting ourselves far into this.<br />Day after day we're getting deeper and deeper.<br />I think we're both developing feelings...<br /><br />Maybe just maybe we can act on them.<br />Or maybe we can ignore them and just forget.<br />We can't overlook the fact that you're taken...<br /><br />We're getting ourselves far into this.<br />Night after night I find myself thinking of you.<br />You're with him right now and I wonder...<br /><br />Maybe just maybe I can take you.<br />Or maybe I can let you slip away.<br />We can change these maybes into <span style="font-style: italic;">certainties</span>.<br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Another Nothing & Another Note]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.johnalbrechtjr.com/2/post/2011/11/another-nothing-another-note.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.johnalbrechtjr.com/2/post/2011/11/another-nothing-another-note.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.johnalbrechtjr.com/2/post/2011/11/another-nothing-another-note.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Another Nothing &amp; Another Note You and I both know where this might be going.I often wonder if it is going to turn into something.I try to talk to you stumbling over words and coming up with nothing.You look at me from across the room wondering what I am thinking.You catch me looking at you day after day wanting me to write you something.I sometimes act like I am blank and  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Another Nothing &amp; Another Note <br /><br />You and I both know where this might be going.<br />I often wonder if it is going to turn into something.<br /><br />I try to talk to you stumbling over words and coming up with nothing.<br />You look at me from across the room wondering what I am thinking.<br /><br />You catch me looking at you day after day wanting me to write you something.<br />I sometimes act like I am blank and wonder what to write and still end up with nothing.<br /><br />I am thinking about taking you and... nevermind... nothing.<br />You and I are about to turn another nothing into something.<br /><br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

