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<?xml-stylesheet href="/style/rss/rss_feed.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="/style/rss/rss_feed.css" type="text/css" media="screen" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Clipmarks | carrerinyes's clips</title><link>http://clipmarks.com/clipper/carrerinyes/date/2008/5/18/</link><feedUrl>http://rss.clipmarks.com/clipper/carrerinyes/date/2008/5/18/</feedUrl><ttl>15</ttl><description>Clip, tag and save information that's important to you. Bookmarks save entire pages...Clipmarks save the specific content that matters to you!</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Hold The Sun In Your Hands</title><link>http://clipmarks.com/clipmark/EEB1F225-5F41-4DBC-83A8-2E8B5BA8E4F0/</link><description>&lt;b&gt;clipped by:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://clipmarks.com/clipper/carrerinyes/"&gt;carrerinyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div border="2" style="margin-top: 10px; border:#000000 1px solid;" width="90%"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:"&gt;&lt;div align="center" width="100%" style="padding:4px;margin-bottom:4px;background-color:#666666;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clip Source: &lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF;" href="http://www.fropki.com/hold-the-sun-with-ur-hands-vt29088.html" title="http://www.fropki.com/hold-the-sun-with-ur-hands-vt29088.html"&gt;www.fropki.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/carrerinyes/512/032D9063-BFC9-44F9-94BA-0D9C5C84D82D.jpg" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size="2" color="#666666" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.fropki.com/hold-the-sun-with-ur-hands-vt29088.html#p289241"&gt;Dark Sun&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size="2" color="#666666" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/carrerinyes/512/129ED49A-4169-4B69-9735-2F7E938661F2.jpg" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size="2" color="#666666" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;DIV class="postbody"&gt;
			
			&lt;H3&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.fropki.com/hold-the-sun-with-ur-hands-vt29088.html#p289243"&gt;Bonus&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/H3&gt;
			&lt;P class="author"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.fropki.com/post289243.html#p289243"&gt;&lt;IMG width="11" height="9" title="Post" alt="Post" src="http://www.fropki.com//styles/prosilver/imageset/icon_post_target.gif" /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;by &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.fropki.com/member44606.html"&gt;Sir-henpecked&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; on Sun May 18, 2008 9:28 am &lt;/P&gt;

			

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			&lt;DIV class="signature" id="sig289243"&gt;love for all&lt;/DIV&gt;
		&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 40px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><clipSource>http://www.fropki.com/hold-the-sun-with-ur-hands-vt29088.html</clipSource><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 13:02:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>A Friend Unseen</title><link>http://clipmarks.com/clipmark/0902699D-BFF1-45C2-A553-630566C6C31B/</link><description>&lt;b&gt;clipped by:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://clipmarks.com/clipper/carrerinyes/"&gt;carrerinyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;clipper's remarks:&lt;/b&gt;  So true... &lt;br&gt;&lt;div border="2" style="margin-top: 10px; border:#000000 1px solid;" width="90%"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:"&gt;&lt;div align="center" width="100%" style="padding:4px;margin-bottom:4px;background-color:#666666;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clip Source: &lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF;" href="http://sniffles.stumbleupon.com/archive/10/" title="http://sniffles.stumbleupon.com/archive/10/"&gt;sniffles.stumbleupon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/carrerinyes/512/5CDF21D9-7945-4686-884B-80EF1C3FAE93.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 40px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><clipSource>http://sniffles.stumbleupon.com/archive/10/</clipSource><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 12:41:07 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>I Found Your Dog Today.....</title><link>http://clipmarks.com/clipmark/CD95E63B-DD7F-4DCC-A575-0A9A812A0055/</link><description>&lt;b&gt;clipped by:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://clipmarks.com/clipper/carrerinyes/"&gt;carrerinyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;clipper's remarks:&lt;/b&gt;  And despite all my&lt;br/&gt;persuasion, his eyes see a stranger. He did not trust. He would not&lt;br/&gt;come.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He turned and continued his journey; one he was sure would bring him to&lt;br/&gt;you. He does not understand you are not looking for him. He only knows&lt;br/&gt;you are not there, he only knows he must find you. This is more&lt;br/&gt;important than food or water or the stranger who can give him these things.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Persuasion and pursuit seemed futile; I did not even know his name. I&lt;br/&gt;drove home, filled a bucket with water and a bowl with food and returned&lt;br/&gt;to where we had met. I could see no sign of him, but I left my offering&lt;br/&gt;under the tree where he had sought shelter from the sun and a chance to&lt;br/&gt;rest. You see, he is not of the desert. When you domesticated him, you&lt;br/&gt;took away any instinct of survival out here. His purpose demands that he&lt;br/&gt;travel during the day. He doesn't know that the sun and heat will claim&lt;br/&gt;his life. He only knows that he has to find you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div border="2" style="margin-top: 10px; border:#000000 1px solid;" width="90%"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:"&gt;&lt;div align="center" width="100%" style="padding:4px;margin-bottom:4px;background-color:#666666;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clip Source: &lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF;" href="http://sniffles.stumbleupon.com/" title="http://sniffles.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;sniffles.stumbleupon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;"&gt;
I Found Your Dog Today...&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;
(author unknown)&lt;/DIV&gt;
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I found your dog today. No, he has not been adopted by anyone.&lt;BR /&gt;
Most of us who live out here own as many dogs as we want,&lt;BR /&gt;
those who do not own dogs do so because they choose not to.&lt;BR /&gt;
I know you hoped he would find a good home when you left him out here,&lt;BR /&gt;
but he did not. When I first saw him he was miles from the nearest house&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;
and he was alone, thirsty, thin and limping from a burr in his paw.&lt;/DIV&gt;
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How I wish I could have been you as I stood before him. To see his tail&lt;BR /&gt;
wag and his eyes brighten as he bounded into your arms, knowing you&lt;BR /&gt;
would find him, knowing you had not forgotten him. To see the&lt;BR /&gt;
forgiveness in his eyes for the suffering and pain he had known in his&lt;BR /&gt;
never-ending quest to find you...but I was not you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size="2" color="#666666" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;"&gt;And despite all my&lt;BR /&gt;
persuasion, his eyes see a stranger. He did not trust. He would not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size="2" color="#666666" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;"&gt;
He turned and continued his journey; one he was sure would bring him to&lt;BR /&gt;
you. He does not understand you are not looking for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 40px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><clipSource>http://sniffles.stumbleupon.com/</clipSource><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 12:26:44 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>