<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699910258136414671</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:02:13.860-07:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='family-friendly poetry'/><category term='Christian song lyrics'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Christian poetry'/><category term='Christian lyrics'/><category term='Christian songs'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='poems'/><category term='family-friendly lyrics'/><title type='text'>Dancin' on the Ceilin'</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry and lyrics that celebrate the joys and sorrows of 
life and love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699910258136414671.post-4463321869932494027</id><published>2007-12-14T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:05:45.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECIPE FOR A BROKEN HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lyrics by Stan C. Countz, music by Bruce Guynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;He  pulled out her letter and read it over again&lt;br /&gt;The one she wrote the night she up and left him (It was…)&lt;br /&gt;One part never there, two parts unprepared &lt;br /&gt;A dash of despair and there you have it…&lt;br /&gt;The recipe for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Could’ve fanned the flame, it’s a cryin’ shame&lt;br /&gt;He’s comin’ apart; gotta broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Now he cannot stop, he takes another shot&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ ‘bout those birthdays he forgot&lt;br /&gt;Gotta broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRE-CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;As he takes some time to think, he pours another drink&lt;br /&gt;Of the recipe for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALF CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Could’ve fanned the flame, it’s a cryin’ shame&lt;br /&gt;He’s comin’ apart; gotta broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(INSTRUMENTAL) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPTIONAL BACKGROUND VOCAL &lt;br /&gt;ONE PART NEVER THERE/TWO PARTS UNPREPARED&lt;br /&gt;ADD A DASH OF DESPAIR AND THERE YOU HAVE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;He knew the task was risky, now he’s plumb out of luck&lt;br /&gt;Got a flask of Jack whisky ___ in the cab of his ol’ truck___&lt;br /&gt;Comin’ apart at the seams; his heart is sad and broken&lt;br /&gt;Lost his hopes and dreams so tonight he’s gonna crack it open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Now he cannot stop, he takes another shot&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ ‘bout those birthdays he forgot&lt;br /&gt;Gotta broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Could’ve fanned the flame, it’s a cryin’ shame&lt;br /&gt;He’s comin’ apart; gotta broken heart&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TAG TO END&lt;br /&gt;With each shot he takes, he remembers his mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And the recipe for a broken heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699910258136414671-4463321869932494027?l=dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/feeds/4463321869932494027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4699910258136414671&amp;postID=4463321869932494027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/4463321869932494027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/4463321869932494027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/2007/12/recipe-for-broken-heart.html' title='RECIPE FOR A BROKEN HEART'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699910258136414671.post-7740888915607646456</id><published>2007-12-13T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:18:30.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Words by Judy Whann, music by Don Whann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;You were there when I needed a friend&lt;br /&gt;When I felt lost and my life was at an end&lt;br /&gt;You saw in me a person whose life was free&lt;br /&gt;You became my best friend&lt;br /&gt;You were there to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;To teach me to let go, with nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;A boy and a girl out have fun, just friendship&lt;br /&gt;No need to run, my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you, I want to keep you&lt;br /&gt;I never want to let you go&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I will love you to the end&lt;br /&gt;You are family, always a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;You shared your secrets with me&lt;br /&gt;You knew my secrets, too&lt;br /&gt;We grew so close together&lt;br /&gt;One day you said "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;You kissed me, at first I didn't know how to feel&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that this was real&lt;br /&gt;The heat, your lips to mine&lt;br /&gt;The smile you gave was so kind&lt;br /&gt;My best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TO CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMP&lt;br /&gt;But the hurt in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The strength of another love so true&lt;br /&gt;How could I love two people&lt;br /&gt;And not separate the two&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized, I loved both of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 3&lt;br /&gt;You knew the reason, you had to let me go&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me was stronger than I could know&lt;br /&gt;You remained my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend; I will love you to the end&lt;br /&gt;You are family, always a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend...forever&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend...forever&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699910258136414671-7740888915607646456?l=dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/feeds/7740888915607646456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4699910258136414671&amp;postID=7740888915607646456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/7740888915607646456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/7740888915607646456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699910258136414671.post-5207014515879876986</id><published>2007-12-12T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:07:25.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE JESUS I ONCE KNEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lyrics by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the Jesus I once knew?&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard Him in the pulpit or seen Him in the pews?&lt;br /&gt;His Grace is all you need and He will see you through&lt;br /&gt;He proved it when He died; He died for me and you____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;For those who chose to listen &lt;br /&gt;He shared the plain and simple truth&lt;br /&gt;When you’ve got nothin’, you’ve got nothin’ to lose&lt;br /&gt;So call on Him and He’ll be, He’ll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend to the friendless &lt;br /&gt;His love is truly endless &lt;br /&gt;He proved it when He died &lt;br /&gt;He died for me and you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still amazed by His amazing grace &lt;br /&gt;One day we’re gonna see Him face to face &lt;br /&gt;His Grace is all you need and He will see you through&lt;br /&gt;He proved it when He died; He died for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Saxophone solo}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Grace is all you need and He will see you through&lt;br /&gt;So tell Him that you need Him and tell Him when you’re blue&lt;br /&gt;You can call on Him and He’ll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;He proved it when He died, He died for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the Jesus I once knew?&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen Him in the papers or seen Him on the news?&lt;br /&gt;A friend to the friendless; His love is truly endless &lt;br /&gt;And He proved it when He died; He died for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JESUS I ONCE KNEW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699910258136414671-5207014515879876986?l=dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/feeds/5207014515879876986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4699910258136414671&amp;postID=5207014515879876986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/5207014515879876986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/5207014515879876986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/2007/11/jesus-i-once-knew.html' title='THE JESUS I ONCE KNEW'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699910258136414671.post-5120502521749975771</id><published>2007-12-11T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:08:57.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lyrics by Stan C. Countz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the man that cares not&lt;br /&gt;what this world has to offer&lt;br /&gt;Who walks not in the path of the sinner&lt;br /&gt;Or sits in the seat of the scoffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;In the law of the Lord his heart delights&lt;br /&gt;He meditates on it both day and night&lt;br /&gt;He shall be as a tree by the rivers of water&lt;br /&gt;And whatever he does will grow and prosper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have much I can offer&lt;br /&gt;But what I do have is all yours&lt;br /&gt;If you bless me, I will prosper&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll open heaven’s doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;But the ungodly are not so &lt;br /&gt;They’re like chaff the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;On judgment day there’ll be hell to pay  &lt;br /&gt;But the way of the righteous He knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have much I can offer&lt;br /&gt;But what I do have is all yours&lt;br /&gt;If you bless me, I will prosper&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll open heaven’s doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTRO&lt;br /&gt;Let me not be found begging bread&lt;br /&gt;Let me not forget what Jesus said&lt;br /&gt;To seek first His kingdom instead&lt;br /&gt;And to let the dead bury the dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699910258136414671-5120502521749975771?l=dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/feeds/5120502521749975771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4699910258136414671&amp;postID=5120502521749975771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/5120502521749975771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/5120502521749975771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/2007/12/psalm-1.html' title='Psalm 1'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699910258136414671.post-2396092573636566544</id><published>2007-12-11T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:22:04.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>NO STOPPIN' ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is in their places and they've taken their seats &lt;br /&gt;It seems to me a sea of faces are staring out at me&lt;br /&gt;It's the stuff of dreams and the crowd seems to be waitin’&lt;br /&gt;To be anticipatin’ and wonderin’ what’s happenin’ to me?&lt;br /&gt;I’m tryin’ to figure out if the crowd is laughin’ at or with me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my butterflies line up in rows if I don’t swing the bat?&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' if I'll hit the note or will I go sharp or flat?&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I clear my throat so I can sing my song.&lt;br /&gt;Will I get it right right off the bat or will it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Will they sit and stare or stand and clap and sing along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they like my poetry or should I stick with prose?&lt;br /&gt;Will I hit the highs and lows or should I strike a pose?&lt;br /&gt;Will they miss the point or will it hit ‘em right in the nose?&lt;br /&gt;Will I rock the joint or will my chance go up in smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Will I steal the show? This is what I wanna know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation builds as the room begins to fill&lt;br /&gt;They’re holdin’ their breath and finally sittin’ still&lt;br /&gt;Should I practice one more time or should I chill?&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what to expect or just what to feel&lt;br /&gt;Will they reject me or will they really be thrilled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acts are many and various; funny and hilarious&lt;br /&gt;But I think this is the scariest thing I’ve ever done&lt;br /&gt;This may be shockin’ but my knees are knockin’ &lt;br /&gt;Hope the show won’t be floppin’,‘cuz there ain’t no stoppin’ me&lt;br /&gt;There’s no toppin’ this feelin'; rockin' and reelin'&lt;br /&gt;Dancin’ on the ceilin' and feelin’ fine and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movin’ and groovin’ and on a roll, the band playin’ behind me&lt;br /&gt;Singin’ out my heart and soul; hopin’ someone big will sign me&lt;br /&gt;Never really know what we have; the only time we have is now &lt;br /&gt;Won’t know if we're good enough ‘til it’s time to take a bow&lt;br /&gt;Where we're standin' we'll never know ‘til the standin' ovation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699910258136414671-2396092573636566544?l=dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/feeds/2396092573636566544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4699910258136414671&amp;postID=2396092573636566544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/2396092573636566544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/2396092573636566544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-stoppin-me-by-stan-c-countz.html' title='NO STOPPIN&apos; ME'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4699910258136414671.post-2902477793679536970</id><published>2007-12-11T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:20:32.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family-friendly poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family-friendly lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian song lyrics'/><title type='text'>NOTHING IS AS IT APPEARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the Spirit weeping. His voice rings loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;The Father isn't sleeping, He'll wipe away our tears &lt;br /&gt;And calm our foolish fears. His promise He is keeping&lt;br /&gt;Your cries for help He hears; He holds them for safekeeping&lt;br /&gt;We're wasting bitter tears; our silent cries He hears.  &lt;br /&gt;So much for sowing and reaping, we're chasing our careers.&lt;br /&gt;Let him with ears to hear, be of good cheer...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is as it appears. It's time to face my forgotten fears&lt;br /&gt;To taste the bitter tears that time can't erase; &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep from crying for this crazy mixed up place. &lt;br /&gt;With all its death and dying, I feel the need for your embrace. &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep from trying to win the race. I can't keep up this pace. &lt;br /&gt;I've had a fear of flying so I simply run in place, afraid to fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;Friend, the end is drawing near. We'll disappear without a trace.  &lt;br /&gt;And through the passing years, I've begun to hear &lt;br /&gt;His still, small voice giving me a choice between faith or fear. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing is as it appears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4699910258136414671-2902477793679536970?l=dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/feeds/2902477793679536970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4699910258136414671&amp;postID=2902477793679536970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/2902477793679536970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4699910258136414671/posts/default/2902477793679536970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinontheceilin.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-is-as-it-appears.html' title='NOTHING IS AS IT APPEARS'/><author><name>Stan C. 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