"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king..."
May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
to SHadows and Moonchild! I am sorry that I missed them! Shadows, I hope you are feeling better and that you got to have some and at least a if not a . Mine was yesterday and it was a very good day, even though I had to work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!