<?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-9405702</id><updated>2012-01-14T13:30:23.655Z</updated><title type='text'>The Breakup Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Shit happens. It happened to me. And this is how I deal with it. Welcome.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111472444650502355' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111472444650502355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111472444650502355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/wash-and-bed.html' title='wash and bed'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111472384010840653</id><published>2005-04-28T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:30:40.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>his problem</title><content type='html'>"Have you told your man&lt;br /&gt;About all of this?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not his problem."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid that it is!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111472384010840653?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111472384010840653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111472384010840653' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111472384010840653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111472384010840653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/his-problem.html' title='his problem'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111472377456377641</id><published>2005-04-28T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:29:34.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The tears</title><content type='html'>I only phoned&lt;br /&gt;To say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;To my little friend.&lt;br /&gt;But something wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;And I had to pretend&lt;br /&gt;That her mother's tears&lt;br /&gt;Mattered to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair&lt;br /&gt;For me to be&lt;br /&gt;Hit with them&lt;br /&gt;When it's another man's&lt;br /&gt;Problem.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I bade&lt;br /&gt;My sweet angel goodnight&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not rushing back&lt;br /&gt;To that venomous spite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111472377456377641?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111472377456377641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111472377456377641' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111472377456377641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111472377456377641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/tears.html' title='The tears'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111472359301702329</id><published>2005-04-26T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:26:33.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>c'mon, c'mon, c'mon</title><content type='html'>She's applying for jobs&lt;br /&gt;And she's trying so hard&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's tough.&lt;br /&gt;But for me, I can't be&lt;br /&gt;All alone on my own&lt;br /&gt;Quite quickly enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111472359301702329?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111472359301702329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111472359301702329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111472359301702329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111472359301702329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/cmon-cmon-cmon.html' title='c&apos;mon, c&apos;mon, c&apos;mon'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111472348321122672</id><published>2005-04-26T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:24:43.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of me</title><content type='html'>I've put up with the pain&lt;br /&gt;Of this ball and chain&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get us apart&lt;br /&gt;I might need to start&lt;br /&gt;Amputating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111472348321122672?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111472348321122672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111472348321122672' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111472348321122672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111472348321122672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/bit-of-me.html' title='A bit of me'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111338231056331548</id><published>2005-04-12T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:51:50.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>empty home</title><content type='html'>No lights, no sounds,&lt;br /&gt;No smells from the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;No laughter, no chatter,&lt;br /&gt;No television.&lt;br /&gt;Just silence and darkness&lt;br /&gt;As welcome for me&lt;br /&gt;And my own dark shadow&lt;br /&gt;For company&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111338231056331548?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111338231056331548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111338231056331548' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111338231056331548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111338231056331548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/empty-home.html' title='empty home'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111338217750269771</id><published>2005-04-12T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:49:37.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hard work</title><content type='html'>I was disappointed&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep working&lt;br /&gt;Past seven&lt;br /&gt;Compared to my home&lt;br /&gt;My work-desk feels&lt;br /&gt;Like heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111338217750269771?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111338217750269771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111338217750269771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111338217750269771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111338217750269771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/hard-work.html' title='hard work'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111338209918540078</id><published>2005-04-12T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:48:19.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>together alone</title><content type='html'>The wee one's away&lt;br /&gt;For a few days&lt;br /&gt;To see her grandfolks&lt;br /&gt;So it's just she&lt;br /&gt;And me&lt;br /&gt;By ourselves&lt;br /&gt;In the shell&lt;br /&gt;That used to be&lt;br /&gt;Our home&lt;br /&gt;And together&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;We're keeping out&lt;br /&gt;Of each other's way&lt;br /&gt;Because without our&lt;br /&gt;Precious girl&lt;br /&gt;We don't have much&lt;br /&gt;To say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111338209918540078?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111338209918540078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111338209918540078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111338209918540078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111338209918540078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/together-alone.html' title='together alone'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111338155966878421</id><published>2005-04-11T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:39:19.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>slipping</title><content type='html'>When we're in the house together&lt;br /&gt;She finds it hard to cope&lt;br /&gt;She starts drinking&lt;br /&gt;To stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;And slides that slippery slope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111338155966878421?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111338155966878421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111338155966878421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111338155966878421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111338155966878421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/slipping.html' title='slipping'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111317632689497182</id><published>2005-04-10T00:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:38:46.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>senseless</title><content type='html'>Looking for some paper to scribble on&lt;br /&gt;I nipped to my old bedside drawer&lt;br /&gt;And that is when I came upon&lt;br /&gt;Their condoms for their night's amore&lt;br /&gt;And, as usual, these abominations&lt;br /&gt;Left me with virtually no sensation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111317632689497182?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111317632689497182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111317632689497182' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111317632689497182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111317632689497182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/senseless.html' title='senseless'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111317619294085822</id><published>2005-04-09T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:36:32.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rat</title><content type='html'>While this cat's away&lt;br /&gt;The rat will play.&lt;br /&gt;I've no doubt he's been&lt;br /&gt;Round to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111317619294085822?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111317619294085822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111317619294085822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111317619294085822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111317619294085822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/rat.html' title='rat'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111317610646538392</id><published>2005-04-06T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:35:06.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mutuality</title><content type='html'>While we've been away&lt;br /&gt;I've called the little one's mum&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;And tonight when I gave her a bell&lt;br /&gt;She said that she missed her girl&lt;br /&gt;And missed me as well.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling isn't mutu-ell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111317610646538392?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111317610646538392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111317610646538392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111317610646538392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111317610646538392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/mutuality.html' title='mutuality'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111317597719051885</id><published>2005-04-02T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:32:57.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>play mate</title><content type='html'>Getting the passports out&lt;br /&gt;I found that hers was not about,&lt;br /&gt;So when I asked where it was&lt;br /&gt;She stopped dead and went red.&lt;br /&gt;I realised I wasn't the only one&lt;br /&gt;Going away on this date;&lt;br /&gt;She's flying to the sun&lt;br /&gt;With her playmate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111317597719051885?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111317597719051885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111317597719051885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111317597719051885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111317597719051885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/play-mate.html' title='play mate'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111317580658438853</id><published>2005-04-02T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:30:06.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>making memories</title><content type='html'>Paris awaits for&lt;br /&gt;My princess and me&lt;br /&gt;We're away&lt;br /&gt;Seven days&lt;br /&gt;To make memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111317580658438853?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111317580658438853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111317580658438853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111317580658438853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111317580658438853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/04/making-memories.html' title='making memories'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111229607176908030</id><published>2005-03-28T19:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:07:51.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>making a meal of it</title><content type='html'>She thought it would be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;To cook a Sunday lunch&lt;br /&gt;And pour me a beer.&lt;br /&gt;But no sooner had we sat down&lt;br /&gt;Than the tears began to flow&lt;br /&gt;And the sobbing started&lt;br /&gt;And my little one wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;Why mummy was broken hearted.&lt;br /&gt;If she'd departed the table&lt;br /&gt;And let us enjoy the meal&lt;br /&gt;It would have been better&lt;br /&gt;For us all, I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that this would happen,&lt;br /&gt;That some day it would dawn,&lt;br /&gt;That the family times she loved&lt;br /&gt;Were now gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111229607176908030?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111229607176908030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111229607176908030' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111229607176908030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111229607176908030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/making-meal-of-it.html' title='making a meal of it'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111229534390232881</id><published>2005-03-23T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:55:43.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>toll</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's happening&lt;br /&gt;But I've found that my hands are shaking&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not nervous&lt;br /&gt;Is this the toll it's taking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111229534390232881?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111229534390232881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111229534390232881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111229534390232881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111229534390232881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/toll_23.html' title='toll'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111149053652837601</id><published>2005-03-20T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-22T11:22:16.530Z</updated><title type='text'>animation</title><content type='html'>Mummy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Sat her down&lt;br /&gt;And told her&lt;br /&gt;Their arguments&lt;br /&gt;Weren't about her&lt;br /&gt;And they both&lt;br /&gt;Love her so&lt;br /&gt;And they want her&lt;br /&gt;To know&lt;br /&gt;That they're always there&lt;br /&gt;If she wants an ear&lt;br /&gt;To listen.&lt;br /&gt;And from now on&lt;br /&gt;They'll try not to row.&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;Can I watch my&lt;br /&gt;Cartoons now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111149053652837601?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111149053652837601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111149053652837601' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111149053652837601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111149053652837601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/animation.html' title='animation'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111149039696633763</id><published>2005-03-19T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-22T11:19:56.966Z</updated><title type='text'>lies</title><content type='html'>Early in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;She called to apologise&lt;br /&gt;But that means you have to&lt;br /&gt;Regret it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think she does&lt;br /&gt;So it's lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111149039696633763?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111149039696633763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111149039696633763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111149039696633763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111149039696633763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/lies.html' title='lies'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111149031259563146</id><published>2005-03-19T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-22T11:18:32.596Z</updated><title type='text'>him</title><content type='html'>Nine in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And bleary from booze&lt;br /&gt;I return to my home&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe who's&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there in my chair&lt;br /&gt;With his breakfast and tea&lt;br /&gt;And politely saying a&lt;br /&gt;'Good morning' to me&lt;br /&gt;As if this is quite normal&lt;br /&gt;And this is alright&lt;br /&gt;For him to appear&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone for the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111149031259563146?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111149031259563146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111149031259563146' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111149031259563146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111149031259563146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/him.html' title='him'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111126901224159526</id><published>2005-03-18T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T21:50:12.243Z</updated><title type='text'>pooper</title><content type='html'>I'm out for a party&lt;br /&gt;To drink and have fun&lt;br /&gt;And all I can think of&lt;br /&gt;Is my little one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111126901224159526?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111126901224159526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111126901224159526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111126901224159526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111126901224159526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/pooper.html' title='pooper'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111126894921348739</id><published>2005-03-18T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T21:49:09.213Z</updated><title type='text'>the time has come</title><content type='html'>Our little one's teacher knows the score&lt;br /&gt;And, having been through a breakup herself before,&lt;br /&gt;Is keeping an eye on her every day&lt;br /&gt;To check that she's coping OK.&lt;br /&gt;But today I'd to pick up my girl who was sick&lt;br /&gt;And her teacher came out of her class for a quick&lt;br /&gt;Little word to say that my wee one was upset&lt;br /&gt;And that maybe it's better if now we just let&lt;br /&gt;Her find out how her future is going to go&lt;br /&gt;Rather than letting her guess and not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111126894921348739?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111126894921348739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111126894921348739' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111126894921348739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111126894921348739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-has-come.html' title='the time has come'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111126872922061746</id><published>2005-03-17T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T21:45:29.220Z</updated><title type='text'>I poo</title><content type='html'>We might as well have exchanged a fart&lt;br /&gt;As "I do until death do us part"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111126872922061746?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111126872922061746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111126872922061746' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111126872922061746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111126872922061746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-poo.html' title='I poo'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111126780926504624</id><published>2005-03-17T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T21:30:09.266Z</updated><title type='text'>I bet</title><content type='html'>Neither of us let on in any way&lt;br /&gt;That it was our tenth anniversary today&lt;br /&gt;And although she would normally forget&lt;br /&gt;She'd have remembered this year, I bet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111126780926504624?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111126780926504624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111126780926504624' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111126780926504624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111126780926504624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-bet.html' title='I bet'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111096653618378003</id><published>2005-03-14T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T09:48:56.183Z</updated><title type='text'>breaktime</title><content type='html'>Over 300 poems on and&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of steam.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everything&lt;br /&gt;I try to write&lt;br /&gt;Is where I've already been.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the end&lt;br /&gt;No sir! No way!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back when I've got&lt;br /&gt;Something new to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111096653618378003?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111096653618378003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111096653618378003' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111096653618378003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111096653618378003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/breaktime.html' title='breaktime'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111096633505625169</id><published>2005-03-12T21:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T09:45:35.056Z</updated><title type='text'>bag of dreams</title><content type='html'>The darkness isn't&lt;br /&gt;As dark as it seems&lt;br /&gt;When you're clutching on&lt;br /&gt;To a big bag of dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111096633505625169?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111096633505625169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111096633505625169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111096633505625169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111096633505625169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/bag-of-dreams.html' title='bag of dreams'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111053784338167312</id><published>2005-03-10T10:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-11T10:44:03.383Z</updated><title type='text'>pantomime</title><content type='html'>I'm working on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;Her man's coming round&lt;br /&gt;To fill my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked if that was OK&lt;br /&gt;And after a pause&lt;br /&gt;I decided to say yes&lt;br /&gt;Because I guess&lt;br /&gt;It has to happen at sometime&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready to move on&lt;br /&gt;With this pantomime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111053784338167312?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111053784338167312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111053784338167312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111053784338167312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111053784338167312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/pantomime.html' title='pantomime'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111038830476435664</id><published>2005-03-09T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:11:44.766Z</updated><title type='text'>subsidy</title><content type='html'>I got a call today&lt;br /&gt;To say&lt;br /&gt;That her job will&lt;br /&gt;Come to an end&lt;br /&gt;This week.&lt;br /&gt;Which means she'll depend&lt;br /&gt;On me to provide&lt;br /&gt;For her&lt;br /&gt;For a while.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be happy&lt;br /&gt;If I ever discover&lt;br /&gt;That I'm subsidising&lt;br /&gt;Her time with her lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111038830476435664?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111038830476435664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111038830476435664' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111038830476435664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111038830476435664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/subsidy.html' title='subsidy'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111038806767870030</id><published>2005-03-08T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:07:47.680Z</updated><title type='text'>vibrator</title><content type='html'>There was a vibration in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;Every minute or so.&lt;br /&gt;She was desperate to talk, it&lt;br /&gt;Was disrupting my flow&lt;br /&gt;In the meeting. And at the end&lt;br /&gt;I had to go out&lt;br /&gt;And call her back to contend&lt;br /&gt;With whatever she was calling about.&lt;br /&gt;She had decided to go out with her man&lt;br /&gt;For a date&lt;br /&gt;And I was messing up her plan&lt;br /&gt;By working late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111038806767870030?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111038806767870030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111038806767870030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111038806767870030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111038806767870030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/vibrator.html' title='vibrator'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111023485952535363</id><published>2005-03-07T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:39:56.103Z</updated><title type='text'>something wrong</title><content type='html'>There must be something wrong&lt;br /&gt;If fifteen years on&lt;br /&gt;She clearly doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;She questioned my honesty&lt;br /&gt;By accusing me of squirrelling away&lt;br /&gt;For a later day&lt;br /&gt;A secret stash&lt;br /&gt;Of cash.&lt;br /&gt;That's not my style,&lt;br /&gt;So choking back bile,&lt;br /&gt;I called her right back&lt;br /&gt;And put her on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111023485952535363?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111023485952535363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111023485952535363' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111023485952535363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111023485952535363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/something-wrong.html' title='something wrong'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111023000538905159</id><published>2005-03-07T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:36:23.593Z</updated><title type='text'>words schmurds</title><content type='html'>Words just frustrate me&lt;br /&gt;Every bloody day&lt;br /&gt;They simply get in the road&lt;br /&gt;Of what I'm trying to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111023000538905159?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111023000538905159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111023000538905159' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111023000538905159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111023000538905159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/words-schmurds.html' title='words schmurds'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111018897139663529</id><published>2005-03-06T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-07T09:49:31.396Z</updated><title type='text'>in trouble</title><content type='html'>This weekend she was only gone&lt;br /&gt;For one day&lt;br /&gt;Because she had to be back for&lt;br /&gt;Mothering Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and I made her&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast in bed&lt;br /&gt;And placed a handmade necklace&lt;br /&gt;Over her head.&lt;br /&gt;My wee one didn't want anything&lt;br /&gt;To burst her bubble&lt;br /&gt;And when I raised my voice&lt;br /&gt;She gave me into trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111018897139663529?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111018897139663529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111018897139663529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111018897139663529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111018897139663529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-trouble.html' title='in trouble'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111011561532875669</id><published>2005-03-05T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:26:55.330Z</updated><title type='text'>learning at school</title><content type='html'>Talking with the little one's teacher&lt;br /&gt;I've found out that she understands&lt;br /&gt;That things aren't right&lt;br /&gt;And she's talking to them&lt;br /&gt;And they're listening&lt;br /&gt;And holding her hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111011561532875669?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111011561532875669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111011561532875669' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111011561532875669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111011561532875669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/learning-at-school.html' title='learning at school'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-111010831519889978</id><published>2005-03-04T11:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T11:25:15.200Z</updated><title type='text'>after the rain</title><content type='html'>The skies have turned from grey to blue&lt;br /&gt;The driving rain has passed&lt;br /&gt;The flowers have bloomed in every hue&lt;br /&gt;I know that this can't last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-111010831519889978?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/111010831519889978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=111010831519889978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111010831519889978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/111010831519889978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/after-rain.html' title='after the rain'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110984267441995263</id><published>2005-03-03T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:37:54.420Z</updated><title type='text'>words suck</title><content type='html'>Choosing your words&lt;br /&gt;Is incredibly daunting&lt;br /&gt;When you say what you mean&lt;br /&gt;But they hear what they're wanting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110984267441995263?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110984267441995263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110984267441995263' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984267441995263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984267441995263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/words-suck.html' title='words suck'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110984260486726911</id><published>2005-03-03T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:36:44.866Z</updated><title type='text'>neon</title><content type='html'>I think I'll commission a sign&lt;br /&gt;In red neon&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stir up stuff that&lt;br /&gt;We cannot agree on"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110984260486726911?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110984260486726911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110984260486726911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984260486726911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984260486726911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/neon.html' title='neon'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110984255123721032</id><published>2005-03-03T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:35:51.236Z</updated><title type='text'>made her cry</title><content type='html'>I made her cry&lt;br /&gt;A little while later&lt;br /&gt;When I told her&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110984255123721032?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110984255123721032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110984255123721032' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984255123721032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984255123721032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/made-her-cry.html' title='made her cry'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110984247950080350</id><published>2005-03-03T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:34:39.500Z</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>She refused to accept&lt;br /&gt;That I was upset&lt;br /&gt;About her going.&lt;br /&gt;She said I gave up on her years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I had&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110984247950080350?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110984247950080350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110984247950080350' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984247950080350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984247950080350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110980423741227554</id><published>2005-03-02T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:57:17.413Z</updated><title type='text'>morning news</title><content type='html'>I never gave permission for her man to meet my girl&lt;br /&gt;But he did&lt;br /&gt;She told me this morning but I haven't got the strength&lt;br /&gt;To be livid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110980423741227554?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110980423741227554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110980423741227554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110980423741227554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110980423741227554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/morning-news.html' title='morning news'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110984239889523947</id><published>2005-03-02T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:33:18.896Z</updated><title type='text'>stop it</title><content type='html'>I put my daughter to bed&lt;br /&gt;Read her a story&lt;br /&gt;And tucked her in.&lt;br /&gt;When I got downstairs&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to begin&lt;br /&gt;And say&lt;br /&gt;What I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;But she was aggressive&lt;br /&gt;From the start&lt;br /&gt;And soon raised voices&lt;br /&gt;Heated tempers&lt;br /&gt;And angry words&lt;br /&gt;Took over.&lt;br /&gt;Until I heard&lt;br /&gt;A little voice shout&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it."&lt;br /&gt;The tears stung my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Letting her hear this&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110984239889523947?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110984239889523947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110984239889523947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984239889523947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984239889523947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/stop-it.html' title='stop it'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110984214650442066</id><published>2005-03-02T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:29:06.506Z</updated><title type='text'>downhill</title><content type='html'>"So what do you want to talk about?"&lt;br /&gt;She snapped with a glare.&lt;br /&gt;And it just went downhill&lt;br /&gt;From there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110984214650442066?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110984214650442066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110984214650442066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984214650442066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110984214650442066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/downhill.html' title='downhill'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110980431750878638</id><published>2005-03-02T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T11:09:31.116Z</updated><title type='text'>taste</title><content type='html'>I'm giving her a taste of her own medicine&lt;br /&gt;And told her we need to talk tonight&lt;br /&gt;I hope she hasn't overdosed on gin&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want it to become a fight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110980431750878638?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110980431750878638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110980431750878638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110980431750878638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110980431750878638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/taste.html' title='taste'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110980415325278976</id><published>2005-03-01T22:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:55:53.253Z</updated><title type='text'>pactless</title><content type='html'>I'll have to stop holding her&lt;br /&gt;To any of our pacts&lt;br /&gt;And give responsibility to her&lt;br /&gt;For how she acts&lt;br /&gt;Her promises are hollow&lt;br /&gt;And her truth is lacking facts&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting very tiring&lt;br /&gt;Standing firm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110980415325278976?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110980415325278976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110980415325278976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110980415325278976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110980415325278976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/pactless.html' title='pactless'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110980402312227934</id><published>2005-03-01T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:53:43.123Z</updated><title type='text'>wheels</title><content type='html'>She keeps going back on&lt;br /&gt;Our agreed deals.&lt;br /&gt;How can we play fairly if&lt;br /&gt;The goalposts are on wheels?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110980402312227934?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110980402312227934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110980402312227934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110980402312227934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110980402312227934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/03/wheels.html' title='wheels'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110963107227120163</id><published>2005-02-28T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:51:12.273Z</updated><title type='text'>shitting on my salad</title><content type='html'>I've been looking forward&lt;br /&gt;To going out tomorrow -&lt;br /&gt;My one taste of freedom&lt;br /&gt;In the week.&lt;br /&gt;And then all meek and mild&lt;br /&gt;She defiled my happiness&lt;br /&gt;By asking if it's alright&lt;br /&gt;For her man to&lt;br /&gt;Come round for the night&lt;br /&gt;While I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;I mumbled an 'OK'&lt;br /&gt;Because the only other&lt;br /&gt;Response I've got&lt;br /&gt;Is 'No! It's bloody not!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110963107227120163?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110963107227120163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110963107227120163' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110963107227120163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110963107227120163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/shitting-on-my-salad.html' title='shitting on my salad'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110959681644252813</id><published>2005-02-28T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:47:22.503Z</updated><title type='text'>three months</title><content type='html'>That's three months now,&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of a year,&lt;br /&gt;And I've managed to shift&lt;br /&gt;To a forward gear.&lt;br /&gt;I've wound down the window&lt;br /&gt;And I'm loosing my load -&lt;br /&gt;Which is now simply debris&lt;br /&gt;That litters the road&lt;br /&gt;And I need to make sure&lt;br /&gt;I don't run out of fuel&lt;br /&gt;And end up just one more&lt;br /&gt;Old broken-down fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110959681644252813?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110959681644252813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110959681644252813' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110959681644252813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110959681644252813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/three-months.html' title='three months'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110959658370112036</id><published>2005-02-27T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T13:16:23.703Z</updated><title type='text'>question time</title><content type='html'>When will mummy be home?&lt;br /&gt;Where has she gone?&lt;br /&gt;Why is she having a sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;Any answer I give would be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110959658370112036?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110959658370112036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110959658370112036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110959658370112036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110959658370112036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/question-time.html' title='question time'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110951318299547497</id><published>2005-02-26T23:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:06:22.996Z</updated><title type='text'>everything</title><content type='html'>I've lit a candle&lt;br /&gt;And I'm writing by&lt;br /&gt;The light of its flame&lt;br /&gt;My little one&lt;br /&gt;Has woken up&lt;br /&gt;And through she came&lt;br /&gt;I've got iTunes on&lt;br /&gt;And Belgian beer&lt;br /&gt;And I've got everything I need&lt;br /&gt;Right here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110951318299547497?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110951318299547497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110951318299547497' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110951318299547497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110951318299547497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/everything.html' title='everything'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110951296320284381</id><published>2005-02-26T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:02:43.203Z</updated><title type='text'>all I want</title><content type='html'>I'm quite happy with things this way.&lt;br /&gt;She disappears every Saturday&lt;br /&gt;And I've got my little girl for company&lt;br /&gt;And quite simply,&lt;br /&gt;I love her&lt;br /&gt;And she loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110951296320284381?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110951296320284381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110951296320284381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110951296320284381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110951296320284381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-i-want.html' title='all I want'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110951283391155027</id><published>2005-02-25T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:00:33.910Z</updated><title type='text'>mark as read</title><content type='html'>I've had shocks&lt;br /&gt;In my inbox&lt;br /&gt;But this one didn't cure genital spots&lt;br /&gt;It was an email&lt;br /&gt;From her mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;Saying that I am in their thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110951283391155027?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110951283391155027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110951283391155027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110951283391155027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110951283391155027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/mark-as-read.html' title='mark as read'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110924287039502418</id><published>2005-02-24T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T11:01:10.396Z</updated><title type='text'>at least she told me</title><content type='html'>This evening I'm going out&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to be back late&lt;br /&gt;So her boyfriend's coming over&lt;br /&gt;For a dinner date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110924287039502418?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110924287039502418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110924287039502418' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110924287039502418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110924287039502418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/at-least-she-told-me.html' title='at least she told me'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110924279713666010</id><published>2005-02-23T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T10:59:57.136Z</updated><title type='text'>give it away, give it away now</title><content type='html'>She was so busy ranting&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't see her luck&lt;br /&gt;That I was giving what she asked for&lt;br /&gt;And fucking myself up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110924279713666010?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110924279713666010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110924279713666010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110924279713666010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110924279713666010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/give-it-away-give-it-away-now.html' title='give it away, give it away now'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110924258816518650</id><published>2005-02-23T22:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T10:56:28.166Z</updated><title type='text'>losers</title><content type='html'>"I just can't win"&lt;br /&gt;She blurted out.&lt;br /&gt;I calmly explained that winning's&lt;br /&gt;Not what this is about.&lt;br /&gt;We're all losers here&lt;br /&gt;And our job is now, sadly,&lt;br /&gt;To do what we can not to&lt;br /&gt;Lose out too badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110924258816518650?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110924258816518650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110924258816518650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110924258816518650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110924258816518650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/losers.html' title='losers'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110924247161419917</id><published>2005-02-23T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T10:54:31.616Z</updated><title type='text'>descent</title><content type='html'>It started off well&lt;br /&gt;I made her some dinner&lt;br /&gt;So we could sit down and talk.&lt;br /&gt;And I could see she was&lt;br /&gt;In a bit of a state&lt;br /&gt;As she toyed with her plate&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked her&lt;br /&gt;What she wanted to talk about&lt;br /&gt;She said "I don't know".&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think it's my duty&lt;br /&gt;To drag it out any more.&lt;br /&gt;So I let her stare at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly it spilled and gushed&lt;br /&gt;As she rushed to blame me&lt;br /&gt;For her current state&lt;br /&gt;And with words of hate&lt;br /&gt;I got the blame for limiting her&lt;br /&gt;And causing her distress&lt;br /&gt;And it's my fault&lt;br /&gt;That she's in this mess&lt;br /&gt;And fork in hand&lt;br /&gt;She tore into me&lt;br /&gt;Accusing me of ripping her off.&lt;br /&gt;It went on&lt;br /&gt;And on&lt;br /&gt;And on -&lt;br /&gt;But I let her get it off her chest.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's little chat&lt;br /&gt;Was as bad as I guessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110924247161419917?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110924247161419917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110924247161419917' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110924247161419917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110924247161419917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/descent.html' title='descent'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110924181612096689</id><published>2005-02-23T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T10:43:36.120Z</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>She thinks she's going crazy&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds bad&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think she's crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think that she's mad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110924181612096689?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110924181612096689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110924181612096689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110924181612096689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110924181612096689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110919732738699817</id><published>2005-02-23T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:23:41.103Z</updated><title type='text'>sit down</title><content type='html'>There was a note last night&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for when I got in&lt;br /&gt;Asking me, first of all,&lt;br /&gt;To put out the bin&lt;br /&gt;Then saying that tonight we&lt;br /&gt;Need to sit down and talk.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm preparing myself&lt;br /&gt;For an unpleasant shock.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting nervous and losing&lt;br /&gt;My appetite for food -&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the news is&lt;br /&gt;It just won't be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110919732738699817?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110919732738699817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110919732738699817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110919732738699817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110919732738699817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/sit-down.html' title='sit down'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110917276312591283</id><published>2005-02-22T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:32:43.126Z</updated><title type='text'>pie</title><content type='html'>I've fallen into a category&lt;br /&gt;I've never been in before -&lt;br /&gt;I've just been called an&lt;br /&gt;Eligible batchelor.&lt;br /&gt;Which suggests to my mind&lt;br /&gt;That demand could be high&lt;br /&gt;But I reckon I'll find&lt;br /&gt;That's just pie in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110917276312591283?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110917276312591283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110917276312591283' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110917276312591283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110917276312591283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/pie.html' title='pie'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110917259858938673</id><published>2005-02-22T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:29:58.590Z</updated><title type='text'>again and again</title><content type='html'>I met a friend for lunch today&lt;br /&gt;To sup a glass of ale&lt;br /&gt;And as I knew would happen&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to tell my tale.&lt;br /&gt;Recounting from the start I had to&lt;br /&gt;Dig deep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Which is something that I'll have to do&lt;br /&gt;Again and again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110917259858938673?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110917259858938673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110917259858938673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110917259858938673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110917259858938673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/again-and-again.html' title='again and again'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110902182450327518</id><published>2005-02-21T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:37:04.503Z</updated><title type='text'>tucked up</title><content type='html'>I feel guilty for shouting at my little one today&lt;br /&gt;All because she wasn't doing things my way&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be able to hold her and kiss her little head&lt;br /&gt;Because when I get in she'll be tucked up in bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110902182450327518?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110902182450327518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110902182450327518' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110902182450327518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110902182450327518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/tucked-up.html' title='tucked up'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110902170423550984</id><published>2005-02-21T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:35:04.236Z</updated><title type='text'>face</title><content type='html'>She's been away&lt;br /&gt;Which has given me&lt;br /&gt;Three day's grace.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go home&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I don't know&lt;br /&gt;What I'll face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110902170423550984?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110902170423550984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110902170423550984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110902170423550984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110902170423550984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/face.html' title='face'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110899079931473065</id><published>2005-02-21T12:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:00:40.870Z</updated><title type='text'>growling at my girl</title><content type='html'>I got everything ready before I went to bed&lt;br /&gt;But the alarm went off and we were still making zeds&lt;br /&gt;I was rushed and harassed and she girned and she pouted&lt;br /&gt;And I'm annoyed with myself 'cos I growled and I shouted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110899079931473065?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110899079931473065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110899079931473065' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110899079931473065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110899079931473065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/growling-at-my-girl.html' title='growling at my girl'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110899067817172071</id><published>2005-02-20T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T12:57:58.170Z</updated><title type='text'>toss</title><content type='html'>She called to say she couldn't make it home tonight;&lt;br /&gt;The trains are cancelled and the buses aren't running right.&lt;br /&gt;She apologised to me as if it were some great loss&lt;br /&gt;But I've got my girl&lt;br /&gt;And we're happy&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn't really give a toss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110899067817172071?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110899067817172071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110899067817172071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110899067817172071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110899067817172071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/toss.html' title='toss'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110899052827407223</id><published>2005-02-19T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T12:55:28.276Z</updated><title type='text'>matter of time</title><content type='html'>I don't know if he meant to&lt;br /&gt;But he revealed a truth about me&lt;br /&gt;That I never realised.&lt;br /&gt;He had me sized up&lt;br /&gt;And showed me where&lt;br /&gt;My relationship had broken down.&lt;br /&gt;His insight hit me&lt;br /&gt;Like a cold trout&lt;br /&gt;As he pointed out&lt;br /&gt;That I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;With my mind on the future,&lt;br /&gt;She's an impulsive whirlwind&lt;br /&gt;Who lives for the moment&lt;br /&gt;And our problems were just&lt;br /&gt;A matter of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110899052827407223?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110899052827407223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110899052827407223' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110899052827407223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110899052827407223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/matter-of-time.html' title='matter of time'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110899033324386080</id><published>2005-02-18T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T12:52:13.243Z</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>She's gone again.&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110899033324386080?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110899033324386080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110899033324386080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110899033324386080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110899033324386080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/gone.html' title='gone'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110868253354734064</id><published>2005-02-17T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:22:13.546Z</updated><title type='text'>regrets?</title><content type='html'>Do I regret asking her out&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen years ago?&lt;br /&gt;Not a bit. But does she?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110868253354734064?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110868253354734064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110868253354734064' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110868253354734064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110868253354734064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/regrets.html' title='regrets?'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110868245149738013</id><published>2005-02-17T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:20:51.500Z</updated><title type='text'>fifteenth anniversary</title><content type='html'>It was fifteen years ago today&lt;br /&gt;That I asked her out&lt;br /&gt;In my red-faced, bumbling way&lt;br /&gt;And nearly cried with utter joy&lt;br /&gt;That she would want me&lt;br /&gt;This geek-faced boy.&lt;br /&gt;We were wedded&lt;br /&gt;Five years on,&lt;br /&gt;Five years more&lt;br /&gt;And our girl was born&lt;br /&gt;Another five&lt;br /&gt;And you find me here&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;In another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110868245149738013?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110868245149738013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110868245149738013' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110868245149738013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110868245149738013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/fifteenth-anniversary.html' title='fifteenth anniversary'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110859312404823642</id><published>2005-02-16T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:32:04.050Z</updated><title type='text'>a weak end</title><content type='html'>My daughter must know&lt;br /&gt;That something's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every weekend now&lt;br /&gt;Her mother is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110859312404823642?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110859312404823642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110859312404823642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110859312404823642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110859312404823642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/weak-end.html' title='a weak end'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110859284426701836</id><published>2005-02-16T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:27:24.270Z</updated><title type='text'>the split</title><content type='html'>You have the table&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the chairs&lt;br /&gt;You have the apples&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the pears&lt;br /&gt;You have the kettle&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the mug&lt;br /&gt;You have the paintings&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the rug&lt;br /&gt;You have the hi-fi&lt;br /&gt;I the CDs&lt;br /&gt;You have the biscuits&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the cheese&lt;br /&gt;You have the duvet&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the bed&lt;br /&gt;You have the rubber&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the lead&lt;br /&gt;You have a G&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the beers&lt;br /&gt;You have my daughter&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110859284426701836?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110859284426701836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110859284426701836' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110859284426701836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110859284426701836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/split.html' title='the split'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110859238999094000</id><published>2005-02-16T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:19:49.990Z</updated><title type='text'>a rethink</title><content type='html'>I've started to work out&lt;br /&gt;Who'll get what when&lt;br /&gt;We go our own ways&lt;br /&gt;And I've discovered&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading for&lt;br /&gt;Difficult days&lt;br /&gt;And I may have to&lt;br /&gt;Rethink my plans&lt;br /&gt;Because I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;If I can&lt;br /&gt;Keep the house on&lt;br /&gt;When she's gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110859238999094000?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110859238999094000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110859238999094000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110859238999094000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110859238999094000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/rethink.html' title='a rethink'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110855821828542609</id><published>2005-02-15T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:50:18.286Z</updated><title type='text'>paranoia</title><content type='html'>How much more meddling&lt;br /&gt;Has been done?&lt;br /&gt;I can't accept this occasion&lt;br /&gt;Was the only one.&lt;br /&gt;Has she been&lt;br /&gt;Rifling through my pockets?&lt;br /&gt;Sifting through my drawers?&lt;br /&gt;Reading all my emails?&lt;br /&gt;Listening outside doors?&lt;br /&gt;Peeking in my wallet?&lt;br /&gt;Checking the bins outside?&lt;br /&gt;She won't find much of interest&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I haven't much to hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110855821828542609?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110855821828542609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110855821828542609' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110855821828542609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110855821828542609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/paranoia.html' title='paranoia'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110846072612158766</id><published>2005-02-14T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:45:26.123Z</updated><title type='text'>big D</title><content type='html'>Divorce.&lt;br /&gt;It's been mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to start it soon.&lt;br /&gt;Our breakup must be&lt;br /&gt;Over its honeymoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110846072612158766?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110846072612158766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110846072612158766' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110846072612158766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110846072612158766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/big-d.html' title='big D'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110846058322452631</id><published>2005-02-14T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:43:03.226Z</updated><title type='text'>the very next night</title><content type='html'>I said to my (ex-to-be) wife&lt;br /&gt;That if her man is to be&lt;br /&gt;Part of our daughter's life&lt;br /&gt;She'd have to explain it&lt;br /&gt;To our little girl first.&lt;br /&gt;I'd no idea she might&lt;br /&gt;Start it the very next night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110846058322452631?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110846058322452631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110846058322452631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110846058322452631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110846058322452631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/very-next-night.html' title='the very next night'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110846014834511360</id><published>2005-02-14T22:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:35:48.346Z</updated><title type='text'>what I'd give</title><content type='html'>Tonight she told our little one&lt;br /&gt;That she's moving to a different house.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter thinks it's new and fun&lt;br /&gt;And cannot see the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what I'd give&lt;br /&gt;To be five again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110846014834511360?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110846014834511360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110846014834511360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110846014834511360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110846014834511360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-id-give.html' title='what I&apos;d give'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110846003500759898</id><published>2005-02-14T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:36:18.973Z</updated><title type='text'>the invasion</title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I was only home five minutes&lt;br /&gt;When I found her over my bag&lt;br /&gt;Rummaging in it.&lt;br /&gt;She was flustered&lt;br /&gt;And admitted that&lt;br /&gt;She'd been rumbled&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling about in somewhere&lt;br /&gt;She shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;And I just couldn't believe&lt;br /&gt;That this was the first time&lt;br /&gt;She'd committed this crime.&lt;br /&gt;She must have said sorry&lt;br /&gt;At least twenty times&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't say&lt;br /&gt;"It's alright"&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't face a fight,&lt;br /&gt;So I rubbed in the guilt&lt;br /&gt;To make sure&lt;br /&gt;She felt shite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110846003500759898?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110846003500759898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110846003500759898' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110846003500759898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110846003500759898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/invasion.html' title='the invasion'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110845965471253704</id><published>2005-02-14T09:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:37:02.860Z</updated><title type='text'>my valentine</title><content type='html'>I got a card this morning&lt;br /&gt;From the most special girl alive&lt;br /&gt;She fills my heart&lt;br /&gt;And consumes my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Although she's only five&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110845965471253704?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110845965471253704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110845965471253704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110845965471253704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110845965471253704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-valentine.html' title='my valentine'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110845938517654141</id><published>2005-02-14T09:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:23:05.176Z</updated><title type='text'>apparent</title><content type='html'>Apparently I'm being awkward&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm holding her back&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm making her guilty&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm giving her flack&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down and talked about it&lt;br /&gt;And listened to all that she said&lt;br /&gt;And she's misunderstood me&lt;br /&gt;So much of the time&lt;br /&gt;It's apparent it's all in her head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110845938517654141?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110845938517654141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110845938517654141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110845938517654141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110845938517654141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/apparent.html' title='apparent'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110829300863482361</id><published>2005-02-13T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-13T12:07:54.413Z</updated><title type='text'>specs on legs</title><content type='html'>I've picked up my new eyewear&lt;br /&gt;And this slinky new pair&lt;br /&gt;Of specs&lt;br /&gt;Will hopefully help me exude sex&lt;br /&gt;Appeal.&lt;br /&gt;Although, being real,&lt;br /&gt;They'll only make the world&lt;br /&gt;Look better to me,&lt;br /&gt;They can't change&lt;br /&gt;What others see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110829300863482361?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110829300863482361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110829300863482361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110829300863482361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110829300863482361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/specs-on-legs.html' title='specs on legs'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110820348304226638</id><published>2005-02-12T10:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T10:18:03.043Z</updated><title type='text'>what I said to her:</title><content type='html'>"I'm not being nasty or bitter&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I can't really start&lt;br /&gt;Rebuilding my life&lt;br /&gt;Until you're out the house&lt;br /&gt;And we both are living apart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110820348304226638?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110820348304226638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110820348304226638' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110820348304226638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110820348304226638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-i-said-to-her.html' title='what I said to her:'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110820337650597332</id><published>2005-02-11T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T10:16:16.506Z</updated><title type='text'>resigned to it</title><content type='html'>After weeks of avoiding&lt;br /&gt;Definitive action&lt;br /&gt;I got her to scrawl her name on&lt;br /&gt;Some legal forms&lt;br /&gt;Removing her&lt;br /&gt;From my business.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to&lt;br /&gt;Remove myself from&lt;br /&gt;Her company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110820337650597332?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110820337650597332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110820337650597332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110820337650597332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110820337650597332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/resigned-to-it.html' title='resigned to it'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110820321244752414</id><published>2005-02-11T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T10:13:32.446Z</updated><title type='text'>large measures</title><content type='html'>Her gin was too strong&lt;br /&gt;Which is where she went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Her hammer went at it&lt;br /&gt;But I had no tongs.&lt;br /&gt;Her tears tumbled down&lt;br /&gt;While I cooly stood by&lt;br /&gt;And repeated her words&lt;br /&gt;'I've no more tears left to cry'.&lt;br /&gt;The fire's gone out of our fight&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;For the fire's gone out&lt;br /&gt;In the love that I had&lt;br /&gt;And she's no longer mine&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wholly my own&lt;br /&gt;And I just want her gone now&lt;br /&gt;To leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110820321244752414?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110820321244752414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110820321244752414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110820321244752414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110820321244752414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/large-measures.html' title='large measures'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110820288358885146</id><published>2005-02-10T22:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T10:08:03.586Z</updated><title type='text'>unavoidable commuter</title><content type='html'>I must thank my pen, pad,&lt;br /&gt;Laptop and beers&lt;br /&gt;Cos I've done in two months&lt;br /&gt;What he's not in two years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110820288358885146?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110820288358885146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110820288358885146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110820288358885146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110820288358885146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/unavoidable-commuter.html' title='unavoidable commuter'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110820276224193304</id><published>2005-02-10T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T10:06:02.243Z</updated><title type='text'>ooh, I say!</title><content type='html'>Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Today she's away,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm feeling gay!&lt;br /&gt;(No, not in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; way.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110820276224193304?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110820276224193304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110820276224193304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110820276224193304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110820276224193304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/ooh-i-say.html' title='ooh, I say!'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110804097214363360</id><published>2005-02-09T23:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:09:32.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>I don't get out much&lt;br /&gt;Why is why tonight was such&lt;br /&gt;A breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;I met with a friend&lt;br /&gt;That I've virtually known&lt;br /&gt;To talk and to spend&lt;br /&gt;Some real time alone&lt;br /&gt;And I've had such a&lt;br /&gt;Lovely night&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;As I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110804097214363360?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110804097214363360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110804097214363360' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110804097214363360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110804097214363360'/><link 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alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110790130968271312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110790130968271312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110790130968271312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110790130968271312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/cake.html' title='cake'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110790092345998241</id><published>2005-02-08T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:15:23.460Z</updated><title type='text'>hard work</title><content type='html'>She told me today that her job&lt;br /&gt;May be coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;So I expect she'll need to depend&lt;br /&gt;On my support for her hobnobs&lt;br /&gt;With the new man in her life.&lt;br /&gt;That leaves a pretty bad taste&lt;br /&gt;That my money is going to waste&lt;br /&gt;On a woman who's no longer my wife.&lt;br /&gt;She'll need to pick up some work fast&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know how long&lt;br /&gt;My patience can last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110790092345998241?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110790092345998241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110790092345998241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110790092345998241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110790092345998241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/hard-work.html' title='hard work'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110780010645131322</id><published>2005-02-07T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:15:06.450Z</updated><title type='text'>blues boy</title><content type='html'>Muddy Waters and Howling Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Are jamming out on my iPod&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like heaven&lt;br /&gt;Has a God&lt;br /&gt;Who's smiling down on me.&lt;br /&gt;A hazy sunrise&lt;br /&gt;And cloudless skies&lt;br /&gt;Makes the world a beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;And not a trace of misery&lt;br /&gt;Is left in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll find more&lt;br /&gt;Happiness this week&lt;br /&gt;That warms me down to my bones&lt;br /&gt;Because I want these blues&lt;br /&gt;To stay in my headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110780010645131322?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110780010645131322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110780010645131322' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110780010645131322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110780010645131322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/blues-boy.html' title='blues boy'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110779992215946524</id><published>2005-02-07T10:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:17:51.790Z</updated><title type='text'>bad vibrations</title><content type='html'>I got a phone call shortly after&lt;br /&gt;I went out the door&lt;br /&gt;berating me for something&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't responsible for.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have to take that&lt;br /&gt;Kind of shit any more,&lt;br /&gt;So I just put the phone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110779992215946524?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110779992215946524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110779992215946524' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110779992215946524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110779992215946524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/bad-vibrations.html' title='bad vibrations'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110779978926575475</id><published>2005-02-06T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:09:49.266Z</updated><title type='text'>unnecessary</title><content type='html'>Most nights my daughter&lt;br /&gt;Stumbles through to my bed&lt;br /&gt;To cuddle in and&lt;br /&gt;Lay down her head.&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't like&lt;br /&gt;To take her back through&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm far too tired&lt;br /&gt;(And I like her cuddles too).&lt;br /&gt;And my wife says&lt;br /&gt;"Why doesn't she come through to me?"&lt;br /&gt;But I think an answer&lt;br /&gt;Is unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110779978926575475?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110779978926575475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110779978926575475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110779978926575475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110779978926575475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/unnecessary.html' title='unnecessary'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110779958257519453</id><published>2005-02-06T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:06:22.576Z</updated><title type='text'>2 hours</title><content type='html'>She arrived back&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later than she'd said.&lt;br /&gt;I was only bothered&lt;br /&gt;Because it was time for&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter's bed&lt;br /&gt;And she hadn't had the chance&lt;br /&gt;To spend much time&lt;br /&gt;With her mum this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Our girl can't depend&lt;br /&gt;On her mum to be there&lt;br /&gt;Who would rather spend time&lt;br /&gt;On her new affair&lt;br /&gt;(To be honest,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm being&lt;br /&gt;Rather unfair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110779958257519453?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110779958257519453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110779958257519453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110779958257519453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110779958257519453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/2-hours.html' title='2 hours'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110777123800500569</id><published>2005-02-05T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T11:45:41.773Z</updated><title type='text'>me and my girl again</title><content type='html'>Her mum's away&lt;br /&gt;So it's pizza, popcorn&lt;br /&gt;And the film of Pinnochio.&lt;br /&gt;Spending this time&lt;br /&gt;With my little girl&lt;br /&gt;Means I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;For the next time&lt;br /&gt;Her mum decides to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110777123800500569?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110777123800500569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110777123800500569' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110777123800500569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110777123800500569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/me-and-my-girl-again.html' title='me and my girl again'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110750657457593417</id><published>2005-02-04T08:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-04T08:42:54.576Z</updated><title type='text'>trains and boats</title><content type='html'>I've just avoided a&lt;br /&gt;Fellow train commuter&lt;br /&gt;On the excuse that I had to&lt;br /&gt;Use my computer&lt;br /&gt;Because each time we talk&lt;br /&gt;I get lengthy narration&lt;br /&gt;Of the hurt of his own&lt;br /&gt;Bitter separation.&lt;br /&gt;He's a pain on the train&lt;br /&gt;But he'll get on my goat&lt;br /&gt;If he thinks we'll be pals&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110750657457593417?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110750657457593417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110750657457593417' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110750657457593417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110750657457593417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/trains-and-boats.html' title='trains and boats'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110750637108226775</id><published>2005-02-03T11:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-04T08:39:31.083Z</updated><title type='text'>averted</title><content type='html'>She still walks around in the nip&lt;br /&gt;Like the old days&lt;br /&gt;But like a stranger and a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;I avert my gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110750637108226775?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110750637108226775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110750637108226775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110750637108226775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110750637108226775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/averted.html' title='averted'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110743276941084877</id><published>2005-02-02T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-03T12:12:49.410Z</updated><title type='text'>sleep tight</title><content type='html'>"That's me, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Sleep tight."&lt;br /&gt;"But why so soon?&lt;br /&gt;Are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to watch&lt;br /&gt;A film in bed."&lt;br /&gt;"Can I cuddle in?"&lt;br /&gt;She said.&lt;br /&gt;My reply was clear&lt;br /&gt;And slow:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no. I really don't&lt;br /&gt;Think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110743276941084877?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110743276941084877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110743276941084877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110743276941084877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110743276941084877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/sleep-tight.html' title='sleep tight'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110728621937190528</id><published>2005-02-01T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:30:19.370Z</updated><title type='text'>no, no, no</title><content type='html'>No arguments, no tension,&lt;br /&gt;No unpleasantness to mention,&lt;br /&gt;No more hatred, no bad feeling,&lt;br /&gt;No more shocks to send me reeling,&lt;br /&gt;There's no tangle of emotions,&lt;br /&gt;And no bitter tear-filled oceans,&lt;br /&gt;Not a swear word, not a shout,&lt;br /&gt;Not much left to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110728621937190528?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110728621937190528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110728621937190528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110728621937190528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110728621937190528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-no-no.html' title='no, no, no'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110726517807850051</id><published>2005-01-31T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-01T13:39:38.080Z</updated><title type='text'>I'll do, I suppose</title><content type='html'>She called today&lt;br /&gt;With nothing much to say -&lt;br /&gt;Just a 'how's your day going?'&lt;br /&gt;Kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered her&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's away&lt;br /&gt;So his phone can't be working&lt;br /&gt;Where he's holidaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110726517807850051?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110726517807850051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110726517807850051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110726517807850051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110726517807850051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/01/ill-do-i-suppose.html' title='I&apos;ll do, I suppose'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110726492895862188</id><published>2005-01-31T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-01T13:35:28.956Z</updated><title type='text'>cushion</title><content type='html'>For the first time in two months&lt;br /&gt;We watched the TV together&lt;br /&gt;Sat beside each other&lt;br /&gt;On the settee.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;Although a cushion at my back&lt;br /&gt;Would have suited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110726492895862188?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110726492895862188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110726492895862188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110726492895862188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110726492895862188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/01/cushion.html' title='cushion'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110726472812970377</id><published>2005-01-31T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-01T13:32:08.130Z</updated><title type='text'>zeds</title><content type='html'>Lying so peacefully tucked up in bed&lt;br /&gt;I kissed my young daughter all over her head&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, I love you, I love you," I said&lt;br /&gt;But this cannot last and that  fills me with dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110726472812970377?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110726472812970377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110726472812970377' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110726472812970377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110726472812970377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/01/zeds.html' title='zeds'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110716041563378509</id><published>2005-01-30T08:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T08:33:35.633Z</updated><title type='text'>is it because</title><content type='html'>She was being far too affectionate&lt;br /&gt;(Is it because her man went on holiday yesterday?)&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately some friends came round&lt;br /&gt;So I had an excuse to drive her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110716041563378509?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110716041563378509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110716041563378509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110716041563378509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110716041563378509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/01/is-it-because.html' title='is it because'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110716024045432408</id><published>2005-01-30T08:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T08:30:40.456Z</updated><title type='text'>entertainers</title><content type='html'>We had a party&lt;br /&gt;For my little girl's birthday&lt;br /&gt;Where the entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Was my wife and I&lt;br /&gt;Pretending there's no problems&lt;br /&gt;To the other parents.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say&lt;br /&gt;The entertainers were hopeless&lt;br /&gt;But the kids enjoyed themselves regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110716024045432408?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110716024045432408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110716024045432408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110716024045432408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110716024045432408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/01/entertainers.html' title='entertainers'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110707933351149405</id><published>2005-01-29T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-30T10:02:13.513Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm spartacus</title><content type='html'>Like Kirk Douglas and Jean Simmons&lt;br /&gt;In Spartacus,&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll be half of&lt;br /&gt;Another us -&lt;br /&gt;And I hope, above all,&lt;br /&gt;To the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;I'll again feel that tender excitement&lt;br /&gt;Of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9405702-110707933351149405?l=thebreakup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/feeds/110707933351149405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9405702&amp;postID=110707933351149405' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110707933351149405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9405702/posts/default/110707933351149405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreakup.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-spartacus.html' title='I&apos;m spartacus'/><author><name>The Lone Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08647049782744819472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/6119788_c503406a5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9405702.post-110694750502279555</id><published>2005-01-28T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:25:05.023Z</updated><title type='text'>rudolph</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd grow out of acne&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teen.&lt;br /&gt;But no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And where the end of my nose&lt;br /&gt;Should have been&lt;br /&gt;Was a spot that could be seen&lt;br /&gt;From the International Space Station.&lt;br /&gt;To curb its inflation&lt;br /&gt;I popped it on a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;Now a nose like Rudolph's&lt;br /&gt;Is my embarrassing issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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