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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Thu, 16 Feb 2012 11:45:58 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>fathering rhymes</title><subtitle>fathering rhymes</subtitle><id>http://www.abigforehead.com/fathering-rhymes/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.abigforehead.com/fathering-rhymes/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.abigforehead.com/fathering-rhymes/atom.xml"/><updated>2006-10-20T23:29:39Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>If</title><id>http://www.abigforehead.com/fathering-rhymes/2006/10/20/if.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.abigforehead.com/fathering-rhymes/2006/10/20/if.html"/><author><name>paradise</name></author><published>2006-10-20T22:53:16Z</published><updated>2006-10-20T22:53:16Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>If you can keep your head when all about you <br />Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,<br />If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br />But make allowance for their doubting too;<br />If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,<br />Or being hated, don't give way to hating,<br />And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: <br />If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;<br />If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;<br />If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br />And treat those two impostors just the same;<br />If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken<br />Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br />And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: <br />If you can make one heap of all your winnings <br />And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />And never breathe a word about your loss;<br />If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />Except the Will which says to them: &quot;Hold on!&quot;</p>If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,<br />if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br />If all men count with you, but none too much;<br />If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,<br />Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,<br />And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! <p>If, Rudyard Kipling </p><p><a href="http://www.kipling.org.uk/poems_if.htm" target="_blank">source</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>A Little one's Anthem</title><id>http://www.abigforehead.com/fathering-rhymes/2006/10/18/a-little-ones-anthem.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.abigforehead.com/fathering-rhymes/2006/10/18/a-little-ones-anthem.html"/><author><name>therhymer</name></author><published>2006-10-18T15:44:17Z</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:44:17Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>Father, oh father, you know you're better, </p><p>In all the things we do, you do it better. </p><p>You're magical, really truly magical, </p><p>Even when the world gets so radical; </p><p>You're always there sounding sensible. </p><p>Between you and me I say you're so lovable. </p><p>And so I love you so, with my of my heart, </p><p>The family too they do, with all their heart. </p>]]></content></entry></feed>
