<?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-4236647737794076018</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:08:40.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayneernzer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4236647737794076018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayneernzer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>we are</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12017714765278012282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236647737794076018.post-3742142139028763969</id><published>2008-01-27T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:26:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Arornd   by Wayne Ernzer</title><content type='html'>This a older letter that I found and was sent to Ian on his 9 month trip around the world surfing&lt;br /&gt;Getting arornd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my son  cuz he's livin the dream that so many have had. But just couldnt break free. And I travel w/ him in my soul don't ya know. Cuz he's doing the cool thing in  surf and in snow.  Oh Ive traveled around yea I've been here and there .  And to do what your heart says- Well nothing compares. Yes to sample the sights and the surf and the smell. You know there's a heaven when you see a new swell.  When you  try a new spot and the locals are cool.  Its alot more rewarding than cuttin high school.  All of these things are better than  gold- Yea to explore mother earth is why storys are told. I am riding beside you in your travels at heart. And this next line I just cant think of any thing smart. But Ian go out there and do what you do cuz I'm buisy right here just thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;                        Love Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-3742142139028763969?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayneernzer.blogspot.com/feeds/3742142139028763969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4236647737794076018&amp;postID=3742142139028763969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4236647737794076018/posts/default/3742142139028763969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4236647737794076018/posts/default/3742142139028763969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236647737794076018.post-5679674399584724720</id><published>2007-12-10T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:30:53.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It True      By   Wayne Ernzer</title><content type='html'>Is it true&lt;br /&gt;that all my youth&lt;br /&gt; belongs to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;the ones that &lt;br /&gt;I did things with &lt;br /&gt;that's what&lt;br /&gt;they always say&lt;br /&gt;They talk of&lt;br /&gt;their life's journey &lt;br /&gt;as tho its all but gone. &lt;br /&gt;There  starting to remember &lt;br /&gt;as if it were a song&lt;br /&gt;the music on the radio&lt;br /&gt;that used to play back when&lt;br /&gt;are used to back commercials&lt;br /&gt;and takes me back again&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the loves I've had&lt;br /&gt;the loves that I had lost&lt;br /&gt;As tho I spent loves money&lt;br /&gt;at much to great a cost&lt;br /&gt;I write to ones that  I knew best &lt;br /&gt;I start to write &lt;br /&gt;they write the rest &lt;br /&gt;life's puzzles that were easy then&lt;br /&gt;I want to pick them up again&lt;br /&gt;I find that they are out of reach &lt;br /&gt;I can not walk that length of beach&lt;br /&gt;it shows back to me&lt;br /&gt;like a mirror&lt;br /&gt;of what I had &lt;br /&gt;in yest er year &lt;br /&gt;It seems I blamed the others&lt;br /&gt;with the problems I had caused&lt;br /&gt;there is no polish known to man &lt;br /&gt;that could  buff away the flaws &lt;br /&gt;the gouges that I did to life&lt;br /&gt;will always stay that way&lt;br /&gt;I see it now &lt;br /&gt;in front of me&lt;br /&gt;but that was yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-5679674399584724720?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236647737794076018.post-7522301430611346520</id><published>2007-12-10T00:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:32:08.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKEN LOVE  By Wayne Ernzer</title><content type='html'>I did not know &lt;br /&gt;I was in love&lt;br /&gt;until I found &lt;br /&gt;my heart had broken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-7522301430611346520?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayneernzer.blogspot.com/feeds/7522301430611346520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4236647737794076018&amp;postID=7522301430611346520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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stay there&lt;br /&gt;he  carved them in my favorite chair&lt;br /&gt;The wood was from the tree he fell&lt;br /&gt;that I had nurtured all to well&lt;br /&gt;The chair I rocked and nursed my child&lt;br /&gt;while He went out and acted wild &lt;br /&gt;And I thought  by being good &lt;br /&gt;that good  will be the rule&lt;br /&gt;the one that told me honest lies&lt;br /&gt;was never from my school&lt;br /&gt;I  went along and played the games&lt;br /&gt;but none were like the others&lt;br /&gt;they kept on changing strategy &lt;br /&gt;it was meant to shield his cover&lt;br /&gt;it seems I'm used to trickery &lt;br /&gt;as though it's suposed to be &lt;br /&gt;the same one that&lt;br /&gt;had showed me love&lt;br /&gt;then toppled down my tree&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a reason&lt;br /&gt;the nead to cheat on me&lt;br /&gt;The answer &lt;br /&gt;carved upon the chair &lt;br /&gt;that used to be my tree&lt;br /&gt;the words will stay forever &lt;br /&gt;the lies that have no flair&lt;br /&gt;he carved it deep upon the tree   &lt;br /&gt;that was made into a chair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-6102062341431215898?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayneernzer.blogspot.com/feeds/6102062341431215898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4236647737794076018&amp;postID=6102062341431215898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4236647737794076018/posts/default/6102062341431215898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4236647737794076018/posts/default/6102062341431215898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayneernzer.blogspot.com/2007/12/none.html' title='The lovers lie   By Wayne Ernzer'/><author><name>we are</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12017714765278012282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236647737794076018.post-1919430962348600809</id><published>2007-11-27T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:37:14.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room 11 by Wayne Ernzer</title><content type='html'>I waited for you all my life&lt;br /&gt; I'll wait for you in heaven&lt;br /&gt;and when your foot steps&lt;br /&gt;lead to me I'll be&lt;br /&gt;in room 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-1919430962348600809?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236647737794076018.post-7005735856407183506</id><published>2007-11-23T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:04:25.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way it is      By    Wayne Ernzer</title><content type='html'>Simplicity comes not with out&lt;br /&gt;it's intricacies &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;vice versa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-7005735856407183506?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayneernzer.blogspot.com/feeds/7005735856407183506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4236647737794076018&amp;postID=7005735856407183506' title='1 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>Intentions rarely favor true&lt;br /&gt;the way they were intended to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-166388744421647301?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayneernzer.blogspot.com/feeds/166388744421647301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4236647737794076018&amp;postID=166388744421647301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4236647737794076018/posts/default/166388744421647301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4236647737794076018/posts/default/166388744421647301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayneernzer.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-meant-by-wayne-ernzer.html' title='What I meant   By  Wayne Ernzer'/><author><name>we are</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12017714765278012282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236647737794076018.post-5919024631160748700</id><published>2007-11-23T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:59:13.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The teachings of dad by Wayne Ernzer</title><content type='html'>This is dedicated to       Peter Joseph Ernzer  &lt;br /&gt;              The smartest man I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 The teachings of dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you now&lt;br /&gt; that to me  seems so clear.  &lt;br /&gt;that the teachings of dad&lt;br /&gt; will always be dear                                    &lt;br /&gt;and will always be with me&lt;br /&gt; through my following years.                    &lt;br /&gt; When i do my work&lt;br /&gt; through my regular day .                                         &lt;br /&gt; he is there in my mind&lt;br /&gt; always showing the way.                                &lt;br /&gt; rather tying a rope &lt;br /&gt; or sharpening a tool &lt;br /&gt; there is something to be said&lt;br /&gt; about  dad's kind of school                &lt;br /&gt; He took time to to tell me &lt;br /&gt;what's right and whats wrong                &lt;br /&gt;and it runs through my mind &lt;br /&gt;like a favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;He's the kind of a person &lt;br /&gt; I aspire to be.                                            &lt;br /&gt;the way that he does things&lt;br /&gt; is something to see&lt;br /&gt;when my puzzled pieces&lt;br /&gt; just don't seem to fit                                &lt;br /&gt; he would show me another way&lt;br /&gt; of looking at it&lt;br /&gt; Oh what would would one do                                                               &lt;br /&gt;with out the teachings of dad                                                             &lt;br /&gt;  to know him in my life&lt;br /&gt; just makes me so glad&lt;br /&gt;  And I know  that the lives &lt;br /&gt;of others he's touched&lt;br /&gt;just could not help saying &lt;br /&gt;they learned just as much&lt;br /&gt; I am always there with him&lt;br /&gt; he is there by my side&lt;br /&gt;and even in travel &lt;br /&gt;he's along for the ride&lt;br /&gt;I thank you dad &lt;br /&gt;for just being there.&lt;br /&gt;And you'r teachings to me&lt;br /&gt;to my son I will share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-5919024631160748700?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236647737794076018.post-4718770572101841122</id><published>2007-11-23T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:51:19.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Searching Surfer  By Wayne Ernzer</title><content type='html'>A letter to my to son while on his 9 month surfing journey around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a soul searching surfer                     &lt;br /&gt;and a dedicated guy                             &lt;br /&gt;who hoped and prayed&lt;br /&gt; and scrimped and saved &lt;br /&gt;so one day I could fly.                    &lt;br /&gt;My Idea was to travel the globe&lt;br /&gt;And to surf where  it could be had       &lt;br /&gt;and cheering me on were my biggest fans&lt;br /&gt;Lets call them mom and dad.       &lt;br /&gt;I planned the trip&lt;br /&gt;I knew the way&lt;br /&gt;I traveled it &lt;br /&gt;in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;the wierd day was&lt;br /&gt;when i sold my truck  &lt;br /&gt;no longer mine to keep.           &lt;br /&gt;still it fetched me most of&lt;br /&gt;the the money  &lt;br /&gt;to  make the&lt;br /&gt;trip complete.&lt;br /&gt;See a surfers dream &lt;br /&gt;is to surf a wave&lt;br /&gt;that's the best&lt;br /&gt;he has ever had.          &lt;br /&gt;Then to paddel back out&lt;br /&gt;to a better one        &lt;br /&gt;i think the word is rad.                               &lt;br /&gt;You see surfing is like life&lt;br /&gt;that much I have found                 &lt;br /&gt;and neither should be taken for granted        &lt;br /&gt;I live for the rush when I am droping in  &lt;br /&gt;and my surfboard becomes slanted.             &lt;br /&gt;to harness the energy of the swell&lt;br /&gt;that heads toward the beaches shore&lt;br /&gt;I think of how lucky a surfer I am.                   &lt;br /&gt;How could any one ask for more.&lt;div 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are</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12017714765278012282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236647737794076018.post-1335676775664303320</id><published>2007-11-22T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:11:57.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@ last @ least   By Wayne Ernzer</title><content type='html'>A letter to my to son while on his 9 month surfing journey around the world.When his buddy John Swartz- Mr Mellow -had stopped by to take some things to Ian in New York before their leg through europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ last @ least youre not &lt;br /&gt;cruzin alone and not&lt;br /&gt;lukin or yur shoulder&lt;br /&gt;whilst so fa frm home.&lt;br /&gt;And John musta been freaked&lt;br /&gt;when we loaded him down&lt;br /&gt;With lead weighted brownies &lt;br /&gt;and rocks that we found.&lt;br /&gt;Then he picked up the box&lt;br /&gt;that he couldnt see past&lt;br /&gt;and I piled more on it &lt;br /&gt;to see if he'd  gasp.&lt;br /&gt;So  off to a new place that&lt;br /&gt;thats calling to you.&lt;br /&gt;Where they drive on the left&lt;br /&gt;they should go back 2 school&lt;br /&gt;So get some good point breaks&lt;br /&gt;with cool slider walls &lt;br /&gt;to crouch down &lt;br /&gt;and grab rail&lt;br /&gt;but try not to fall.&lt;br /&gt;To stall back &lt;br /&gt;and head dip&lt;br /&gt;but nothing to small.&lt;br /&gt;So aloha to u 2 now&lt;br /&gt;and have good spin&lt;br /&gt;and only do stuff &lt;br /&gt;that brings forth a grin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-1335676775664303320?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236647737794076018.post-2976152121597745294</id><published>2007-11-22T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:56:22.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have a wonderful trip they said By Wayne Ernzer</title><content type='html'>A letter to my to son while on his 9 month surfing journey around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a wonderful trip they said &lt;br /&gt;as I started on my way &lt;br /&gt;now my journey has taken me to so many places                &lt;br /&gt;I wished I would have stayed &lt;br /&gt;I have traveled w/ my buddies and I&lt;br /&gt;have gone it all alone &lt;br /&gt;encounters with people places and such &lt;br /&gt;in the heat or chilled to the bone. &lt;br /&gt;I have surfed the lower Americas&lt;br /&gt;and snow boarded Europe's fluff white                                                &lt;br /&gt; of the food and drink I have savored&lt;br /&gt;has helped to make this trip quite right &lt;br /&gt;I am headed for Australia &lt;br /&gt;a new board and trunks are at hand &lt;br /&gt;and when I get to the beach-&lt;br /&gt;w/ tears of joy in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;I will run accost that sand&lt;br /&gt;this is something I have been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;and the waves I plan to ride. &lt;br /&gt;are said to have a most beautiful shape&lt;br /&gt;on which I am shure I will glide &lt;br /&gt;If my words could ever express all the wonders &lt;br /&gt;one experiences  along the way&lt;br /&gt; I know you would save all your pennies                                            &lt;br /&gt;and take a trip                                                           &lt;br /&gt;such as this some day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-2976152121597745294?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236647737794076018.post-1233567808049810453</id><published>2007-11-22T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:34:37.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place like that   By Wayne Ernzer</title><content type='html'>For Randa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there still a place like that&lt;br /&gt;    it was so long ago&lt;br /&gt;    collecting soda bottles&lt;br /&gt;    to pay for the show&lt;br /&gt;    the hot summer days&lt;br /&gt;    remember back when&lt;br /&gt;    putting pennys on train tracks&lt;br /&gt;    the copper crushed thin&lt;br /&gt;    my mind smells the chlorine&lt;br /&gt;    at the public swimpool&lt;br /&gt;    don't go near the deep end&lt;br /&gt;    the lifeguards had rules&lt;br /&gt;    Is there still a place like that&lt;br /&gt;    I just want to know&lt;br /&gt;    would I turn back the clock             &lt;br 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/&gt;From time to time&lt;br /&gt;the waves turn&lt;br /&gt;into glassy things of dreams—&lt;br /&gt;that carry you through&lt;br /&gt;till the next swell—&lt;br /&gt;and it's bigger, so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a traveler &lt;br /&gt;and looking for that place&lt;br /&gt;Just hook up with some locals&lt;br /&gt;and try to walk their pace.&lt;br /&gt;If timing's right and things go good.&lt;br /&gt;The locals might show you around&lt;br /&gt;To waves that only locals know.&lt;br /&gt;The waves that will astound.                          &lt;br /&gt;So make a pact to never tell&lt;br /&gt;the world about that spot.                                                 &lt;br /&gt;The place you will remember                                  &lt;br /&gt;But say that you forgot.                     &lt;br /&gt;So if you get my meaning&lt;br /&gt;and It's just as well you do.&lt;br /&gt;By that I mean, don't turn&lt;br /&gt;that surfing spot Into a zoo.&lt;div 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things toughen up&lt;br /&gt;you are there with a smile. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, what have I done &lt;br /&gt;to deserve such a friend.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind ones like you &lt;br /&gt;that help troubled hearts mend. &lt;br /&gt;You always seem centered &lt;br /&gt;in a positive way. &lt;br /&gt;Like the flow of a stream &lt;br /&gt;that has not gone astray.&lt;br /&gt;I often think back &lt;br /&gt;to the first of our chats&lt;br /&gt;And We lightly spoke&lt;br /&gt;of this and of that. &lt;br /&gt;You introduced me to your friend&lt;br /&gt;George the cat. &lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say&lt;br /&gt;I think daily of you. &lt;br /&gt;And still ponder &lt;br /&gt;the wonderfull things you will do.&lt;br /&gt;Like that trip down the nile.&lt;br /&gt;I can picture it now &lt;br /&gt;while you drift by the date palms&lt;br /&gt;as you sit at the bow&lt;br /&gt;and take in the beauty &lt;br /&gt;of what's all around.&lt;br /&gt;With the wind in the sail &lt;br /&gt;as it beats out a sound.&lt;br /&gt;And If you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to add &lt;br /&gt;that I think quite a lot&lt;br /&gt;of your mom and your dad.&lt;br /&gt;And I put them up front&lt;br /&gt;as the couple elite. &lt;br /&gt;Cause Dad Jim is so cool&lt;br /&gt;and mom Jan is so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;So ya just hang on in there &lt;br /&gt;I'm counting on you &lt;br /&gt;to keep making wishes &lt;br /&gt;I know they'll come true. &lt;br /&gt;Once again Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of you. &lt;br /&gt;And you just get hold of me &lt;br /&gt;if theres a thing I can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Ernzer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4236647737794076018-2198117908636640206?l=wayneernzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayneernzer.blogspot.com/feeds/2198117908636640206/comments/default' title='Post 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