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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:thegovernoruk.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>Life is Good</title><link rel="self" href="http://thegovernoruk.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thegovernoruk.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T05:05:02+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:thegovernoruk.blog.co.uk,2008-02-05:/2008/02/05/awakenings~3684630/</id><title>Awakenings</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thegovernoruk.blog.co.uk/2008/02/05/awakenings~3684630/"/><author><name>THEGOVERNORUK</name></author><published>2008-02-05T21:00:43+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:00:43+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;What if:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If we wake up today and think what will I do this now, then we are young at heart.&lt;br&gt;
If we wake up today and think what will we do tomorrow then we are adults in love.&lt;br&gt;
If we wake up today and think what can I do today, then we have retired.&lt;br&gt;
If we wake up today and think, what did I do yesterday, then we have lived enough.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;TheGovernoruk. 1959
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://thegovernoruk.blog.co.uk/2008/02/05/awakenings~3684630/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:thegovernoruk.blog.co.uk,2007-12-24:/2007/12/24/musings~3486019/</id><title>Musings</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thegovernoruk.blog.co.uk/2007/12/24/musings~3486019/"/><author><name>THEGOVERNORUK</name></author><published>2007-12-24T12:30:58+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:02:26+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;A child is the future we see in our memories&lt;br&gt;
They are but life in its entirity&lt;br&gt;
that they are in fact our dreams in reality&lt;br&gt;
and hold us, breathless as we see our demise.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;No man will chain their enthusiasm nor curb their reach&lt;br&gt;
when he can no longer stand the test of time himself&lt;br&gt;
Only then will he let go of his grasp, his belonging&lt;br&gt;
That he must feel to live another day.&lt;/p&gt;
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