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August 17, 2009

She's faced the hardest times you could imagine
And many times her eyes fought back the tears
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders
Bore the weight of all her fears
And a sorrow no one hears
Still rings in midnight silence in her ears

Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

And if by chance I should hold her
Let me hold her for the time
But if allowed just one possession
I would pick her from the garden to be mine

Be careful how you touch her, for she'll awaken
And sleep's the only freedom that she knows
And when you walk into her eyes you won't believe
The way she's always paying
For a debt she never owes
And a silent wind still blows
That only she can hear and so she goes

Let her cry, for she's a lady
Let her dream, for she's a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

She's a flower growing wild ....

Texas Wildflowers

Happy Monday Everyone =

Billie, thank you for such a hauntingly beautiful opening, today!
I had never heard that song before, and am listening again.

What a beautiful lady in your opening, Billie! Usually I can listen while I am replying but its not working that way for me. I listened a little but want to hear it all. And I will in a minute. And I will also be back in a little while!

I have been loading some pictures from the camera and then going through them to select a few to post later.

The Rub

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,-'t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there 's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels 1 bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

William Shakespeare

Greetings Finest Friends. Life is going on post Giz. Having lots of fond memories of the little guy. Susie is doing great...seems to relish the role of "the only child". I think she sensed how sick Giz was.

ANYWAY, for all of you Dancing with the Stars fans...one of our own locals is a contestant. Louie Vito, 21 year old snowboarder. Was in the Olympics, now is professional. He was up for the last round also. Can't dance but is very agile and self disciplined, plus a really really sweet kid. Snowboarders have a HUGE groupie following and think by including him they are trying to appeal to the gen x'ers.

I know his parents well and our little community is SO FIRED UP! Will post whatever inside scoop I learn that is allowed to be disclosed. An interesting group of celebs. this year. Can't wait to see Delay LOL

((((hugs)))) all around.