Song of Woe I once knew three women from Michigan, I once knew three women from Michigan, One

was sweet and had twinkles in her eyes, One was sweet and her eyes twinkled, her tongue was split and her words were pointed she speared my heart and picked her teeth with my bones as she rode off in to the sunset with a younger woman, As she rode she picked, picked and rode, The second on these three from Michigan an artist from Iowa and West Virginia we wrote and have been never lovers just fast friends, We have been delightful memories and lovely words that filled a page from her hand to mine, from her hand to mine, We have been friends since 2000 what a lovely thing to say you have been blessed with friendship, I thought her lost fallen off a mountain in West Virginia until Face Book came along, I smile thinking of all the letters I still have from SM. Very few, Very few, Very few letters do I have from the last woman from Michigan, Sang me of her song, I held her words, Then I went and met her only to be appealing to someone I cared for, While in Michigan I saw soon there that my long trip was for naught, Was for naught, Now she and her words drift upon the wind and this old wolf, This old wolf a fool again,

a fool again!