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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.8.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Fri, 27 Nov 2009 16:23:16 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>LaureatesKids.com</title><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/</link><description>Poetry, stories, and pictures for children and those who wish the were children.</description><lastBuildDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:51:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><copyright>(copyright 2000-2008, Billy Jones)</copyright><language>en-US</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.8.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>They're The Hottest Band In The Universe!</title><category>poems</category><dc:creator>Billy Jones</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 01:57:42 +0000</pubDate><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/theyre-the-hottest-band-in-the-universe.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">18638:126951:1524705</guid><description><![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 />]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/rss-comments-entry-1524705.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Can Flowers Really Do That?</title><category>poems</category><dc:creator>Billy Jones</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 12:52:38 +0000</pubDate><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/can-flowers-really-do-that.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">18638:126951:218241</guid><description><![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]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/rss-comments-entry-218241.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Let's Go Fishing</title><category>poems</category><dc:creator>Billy Jones</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 18:51:09 +0000</pubDate><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/lets-go-fishing.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">18638:126951:214217</guid><description><![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.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/rss-comments-entry-214217.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Where's Bullwinkle When You Need Him?</title><category>poems</category><dc:creator>Billy Jones</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 18:38:34 +0000</pubDate><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/wheres-bullwinkle-when-you-need-him.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">18638:126951:267946</guid><description><![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.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/rss-comments-entry-267946.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Hither, Thither, And Yon</title><category>Pictures</category><dc:creator>Billy Jones</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 18:02:46 +0000</pubDate><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/hither-thither-and-yon.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">18638:126951:379609</guid><description><![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.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/rss-comments-entry-379609.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>A Sad Sight, He Was</title><category>poems</category><dc:creator>Billy Jones</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 23:22:22 +0000</pubDate><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2008/1/13/a-sad-sight-he-was.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">18638:126951:1482400</guid><description><![CDATA[Stringfellow, he was yellow<BR>
except when he was blue,<BR>
except when he was blazing red<BR>
or some forgotten hue;]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/rss-comments-entry-1482400.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>What, No Christmas Tree?</title><category>poems</category><dc:creator>Billy Jones</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 12:35:28 +0000</pubDate><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/12/3/what-no-christmas-tree.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">18638:126951:1405794</guid><description><![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.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/rss-comments-entry-1405794.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Everyone Wants To Be Rudolph</title><category>poems</category><dc:creator>Billy Jones</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 07:43:40 +0000</pubDate><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/11/28/everyone-wants-to-be-rudolph.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">18638:126951:1395560</guid><wfw:commentRss>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/rss-comments-entry-1395560.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><category>poems</category><dc:creator>Billy Jones</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 11:57:08 +0000</pubDate><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/11/22/happy-thanksgiving.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">18638:126951:1385045</guid><description><![CDATA[Gobble, gobble. I'm all dressed and stuffed.<BR>
Gobble, gobble. I can't get enough.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/rss-comments-entry-1385045.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>I Want Some!</title><category>poems</category><dc:creator>Billy Jones</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 18:14:56 +0000</pubDate><link>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/2007/11/18/i-want-some.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">18638:126951:1377465</guid><description><![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]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://laureateskids.squarespace.com/laureateskidscom/rss-comments-entry-1377465.xml</wfw:commentRss></item></channel></rss>