Ray rocks! Man I am really digging this song lately......
"Winter Birds"
It's the Widow now that owns that angry plow,
The spartan Mule and The Crippled Cow
The fallow field that will yield no more,
As the fox lay sleeping beneath her kitchen floor
The stream can't contain such the withering rain,
And from the pasture the fence it is leaning away
The clouds crack and growl
Like some great cat on the prowl
Crying out, "I am, I am" over and over again
The days grow short
As the nights grow long
The kettle sings its tortured song
As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow,
Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now
The winter birds have come back again,
Here the sprightly Chickadee
Gone now is the Willow Wren
In passing greet each other as if old, old friends
And to the voiceless trees
It is their own they will lend
The days grow short
As the nights grow long
The kettle sings its tortured song
As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow,
Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now
And though all these things will change,
The memories will remain
As green to gold, and gold to brown
The leaves will fall to feed the ground
And in their falling, make no sound
Oh my lady,
Lady I am loving you now
I've gathered all my money and I'm goin' to town,
To buy my lady a long and flowing gown
'Cause come tomorrow morning
We're off to the county fair
I'll find a yellow flower
And I will lace it in her hair
That's all for now......
wait I lied, I have learned another lesson recently.....
Do not jump to conclusions and assume that something an individual posts is done by them.... in other words some people share information or blogs, images that may not be their own work but have personal meaning to them. I really stuck my foot on my mouth AGAIN, so if this person is reading this & recognizes who they are I apologize to you again.
"Winter Birds"
It's the Widow now that owns that angry plow,
The spartan Mule and The Crippled Cow
The fallow field that will yield no more,
As the fox lay sleeping beneath her kitchen floor
The stream can't contain such the withering rain,
And from the pasture the fence it is leaning away
The clouds crack and growl
Like some great cat on the prowl
Crying out, "I am, I am" over and over again
The days grow short
As the nights grow long
The kettle sings its tortured song
As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow,
Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now
The winter birds have come back again,
Here the sprightly Chickadee
Gone now is the Willow Wren
In passing greet each other as if old, old friends
And to the voiceless trees
It is their own they will lend
The days grow short
As the nights grow long
The kettle sings its tortured song
As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow,
Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now
And though all these things will change,
The memories will remain
As green to gold, and gold to brown
The leaves will fall to feed the ground
And in their falling, make no sound
Oh my lady,
Lady I am loving you now
I've gathered all my money and I'm goin' to town,
To buy my lady a long and flowing gown
'Cause come tomorrow morning
We're off to the county fair
I'll find a yellow flower
And I will lace it in her hair
That's all for now......
wait I lied, I have learned another lesson recently.....
Do not jump to conclusions and assume that something an individual posts is done by them.... in other words some people share information or blogs, images that may not be their own work but have personal meaning to them. I really stuck my foot on my mouth AGAIN, so if this person is reading this & recognizes who they are I apologize to you again.
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niobe:
Not yet. I got time though. I will come up with something. 
mydogfarted:
She can't afford the mortgage on her salary - it takes 90% of my take home just to cover that mortgage. She was supposed to have the house on the market in September and used an inheritance to get her through until she was ready to move in with her mom. Her mom fucked up her move, and has now basically screwed us both. My ex is spineless when it comes to her mom and pushing her to do stuff.