Do not stand on my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond's glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. I am am no longer working at Freddie Mac Cuz someone shot me in the back
337 posted on 04/22/2009 7:55:34 AM PDT by LeoOshkosh
(Crazy Leo is right again)