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<rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:apple-wallpapers="http://www.apple.com/ilife/wallpapers" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:g-custom="http://base.google.com/cns/1.0" xmlns:yweather="http://xml.weather.yahoo.com/ns/rss/1.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:creativeCommons="http://backend.userland.com/creativeCommonsRssModule" xmlns:taxo="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/taxonomy/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:sx="http://feedsync.org/2007/feedsync" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/" xmlns:g-core="http://base.google.com/ns/1.0" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:opensearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:geo="http://www.w3.org/2003/01/geo/wgs84_pos#" version="2.0"><channel><title>Krokolovely's</title><link>http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/</link><description>Une histoire qui commence... Une vie qui se construit à deux, l&amp;#039;un pour l&amp;#039;autre.</description><sy:updatePeriod>daily</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2009-02-23T08:13:18Z</sy:updateBase><dc:creator>krokolovely</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-02-23T08:13:18Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><dc:rights /><item><title>La femme</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5ab5b6fb/l/0Lkrokolovely0Bskyrock0N0C232230A85670ELa0Efemme0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Il y a deux sortes de femmes. La femme-bibelot que l'on peut manier, manipuler, embrasser du regard, et qui est l'ornement d'une vie d'homme. 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Et la femme-paysage....</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>- ? -</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/179beadc/l/0Lkrokolovely0Bskyrock0N0C22984829430Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E0A20E10A0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Pourquoi ? Parfois il y a des questions qui se posent ? ça arrive à tout le monde pourtant... mais pourquoi faire? J'aime à penser qu'elles sont là pour qu'on...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/179beadc/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/396094172/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/396094172/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/396094172/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/396094172/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/2298482943-posted-on-2009-02-10.html</guid><dc:creator>krokolovely</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-02-10T16:54:00Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/2298482943-posted-on-2009-02-10.html"><img align="left" src="http://08.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/krokolovely.45813808.2298482943.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Pourquoi ? Parfois il y a des questions qui se posent ? ça arrive à tout le monde pourtant... mais pourquoi faire? 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Je t&#039;aime Kyara</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Mon amour</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/78c3409e/l/0Lkrokolovely0Bskyrock0N0C19689140A110EMon0Eamour0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Amour pour toi chérie&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/78c3409e/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2026061982/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2026061982/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2026061982/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2026061982/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/1968914011-Mon-amour.html</guid><dc:creator>krokolovely</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-08-22T16:48:14Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/1968914011-Mon-amour.html"><img align="left" src="http://08.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/krokolovely.45813808.1968914011.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Amour pour toi chérie</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>La voiture est propre . . .</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/55a51217/l/0Lkrokolovely0Bskyrock0N0C19539979310ELa0Evoiture0Eest0Epropre0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Oui, enfin ... Bisou câlin chérie d'amour&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/55a51217/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1436881431/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1436881431/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1436881431/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1436881431/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/1953997931-La-voiture-est-propre.html</guid><dc:creator>krokolovely</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-08-14T16:20:28Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/1953997931-La-voiture-est-propre.html"><img align="left" src="http://08.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/krokolovely.45813808.1953997931.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Oui, enfin ... Bisou câlin chérie d&#039;amour</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Qu'elle était belle, notre balade!</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/2d226d5c/l/0Lkrokolovely0Bskyrock0N0C19377263150EQu0Eelle0Eetait0Ebelle0Enotre0Ebalade0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Quoi que je fasse, où que je sois Je pense à toi, Aurélien. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/2d226d5c/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/757230940/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/757230940/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/757230940/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/757230940/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/1937726315-Qu-elle-etait-belle-notre-balade.html</guid><dc:creator>krokolovely</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-08-06T18:21:05Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/1937726315-Qu-elle-etait-belle-notre-balade.html"><img align="left" src="http://08.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/krokolovely.45813808.1937726315.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Quoi que je fasse, où que je sois Je pense à toi, Aurélien. </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Un signe du ciel</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/35eb25c/l/0Lkrokolovely0Bskyrock0N0C1932150A90A90EUn0Esigne0Edu0Eciel0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Un K pour Kroko's Je t'aime CrocoQueen&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/35eb25c/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/56537692/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/56537692/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/56537692/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/56537692/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/1932150909-Un-signe-du-ciel.html</guid><dc:creator>krokolovely</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-08-03T12:45:38Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://krokolovely.skyrock.com/1932150909-Un-signe-du-ciel.html"><img align="left" src="http://08.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/krokolovely.45813808.1932150909.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Un K pour Kroko&#039;s Je t&#039;aime CrocoQueen</p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>
