November Comes And November Goes, With The Last Red Berries And The First White Snows. With Night Coming Early, And Dawn Coming Late, And Ice In The Bucket And Frost By The Gate. The Fires Burn And The Kettles Sing, And The Earth Sinks To Rest Until Next Spring~ Good Day To You,My Dear Friend Sorry I'm Late Sending Your Comment Hope All Is Well With You And Yours I Will Try And Come Back This Weekend, If Not,Have A Beautiful One... Always With Love, Silver Dreams~
