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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.8.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sat, 07 Nov 2009 17:10:39 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>LaureatesKids.com</title><subtitle>LaureatesKids.com</subtitle><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/atom.xml"/><updated>2009-10-20T22:51:19Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.8.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>They're The Hottest Band In The Universe!</title><category term="poems"/><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/theyre-the-hottest-band-in-the-universe.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/theyre-the-hottest-band-in-the-universe.html"/><author><name>Billy Jones</name></author><published>2008-02-01T01:57:42Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:57:42Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[They&rsquo;re an overnight sensation.<br />
You&rsquo;ll love to hear them play<br />
rock-n-roll, jazz, an&rsquo; blues;<br />
their show takes &lsquo;bout all day.<br />
You&rsquo;ll dance, an sing, an&rsquo; jump about.<br />
They&rsquo;ll give your heart a thrill.<br />
Alien and the Asteroids<br />
are sure to fit the bill.<br />]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Can Flowers Really Do That?</title><category term="poems"/><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/can-flowers-really-do-that.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/can-flowers-really-do-that.html"/><author><name>Billy Jones</name></author><published>2008-01-16T12:52:38Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:52:38Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Daisy was a pretty thing,<BR>
lived in a flower pot.<BR>
Her days, they always were the same--<BR>
the sun,  it shined a lot]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Let's Go Fishing</title><category term="poems"/><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/lets-go-fishing.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/lets-go-fishing.html"/><author><name>Billy Jones</name></author><published>2008-01-15T18:51:09Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:51:09Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Freddie was a little mouse<BR>
who wanted to catch fish<BR>
but every time he cast his line<BR>
he never got his wish.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Where's Bullwinkle When You Need Him?</title><category term="poems"/><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/wheres-bullwinkle-when-you-need-him.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/wheres-bullwinkle-when-you-need-him.html"/><author><name>Billy Jones</name></author><published>2008-01-15T18:38:34Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:38:34Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[I met a moose,<BR>
said his name was Sam.<BR>
I invited Sam to visit me;<BR>
Sam didn’t understand.<BR>
He followed me into my house<BR>
with everything he owned,<BR>
moved in, slept upon my couch,<BR>
and made himself at home.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Hither, Thither, And Yon</title><category term="Pictures"/><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/hither-thither-and-yon.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/hither-thither-and-yon.html"/><author><name>Billy Jones</name></author><published>2008-01-15T18:02:46Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:02:46Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[It's a place of legend, a magical place known only to a few, and I went there today. Follow the signs and you can go there too.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>A Sad Sight, He Was</title><category term="poems"/><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2008/1/13/a-sad-sight-he-was.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2008/1/13/a-sad-sight-he-was.html"/><author><name>Billy Jones</name></author><published>2008-01-13T23:22:22Z</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:22:22Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Stringfellow, he was yellow<BR>
except when he was blue,<BR>
except when he was blazing red<BR>
or some forgotten hue;]]></summary></entry><entry><title>What, No Christmas Tree?</title><category term="poems"/><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/12/3/what-no-christmas-tree.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/12/3/what-no-christmas-tree.html"/><author><name>Billy Jones</name></author><published>2007-12-03T12:35:28Z</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:35:28Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Are there presents for me, under the tree?<BR>
Yes, under the Laureate&#146;s tree.<BR>
Are there Christmas delights, stars, pretty lights?<BR>
Yes, under the Laureate&#146;s tree.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Everyone Wants To Be Rudolph</title><category term="poems"/><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/11/28/everyone-wants-to-be-rudolph.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/11/28/everyone-wants-to-be-rudolph.html"/><author><name>Billy Jones</name></author><published>2007-11-28T07:43:40Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:43:40Z</updated></entry><entry><title>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><category term="poems"/><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/11/22/happy-thanksgiving.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/11/22/happy-thanksgiving.html"/><author><name>Billy Jones</name></author><published>2007-11-22T11:57:08Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:57:08Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Gobble, gobble. I'm all dressed and stuffed.<BR>
Gobble, gobble. I can't get enough.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>I Want Some!</title><category term="poems"/><id>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/11/18/i-want-some.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/11/18/i-want-some.html"/><author><name>Billy Jones</name></author><published>2007-11-18T18:14:56Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:14:56Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Simon was an onion ring<BR>
who wished he was ice-cream<BR>
mixed with milk, stirred up well--<BR>
yes, that was Simon&#146;s dream]]></summary></entry></feed>