I saw a strange sight. I stumbled upon a story most strange, like nothing in my life, my street sense, my sly tongue had ever prepared me for. Hush, child. hush now, and I will tell it to you. Even before the dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome

A little bitty worry Started early in the day; By noon, it seemed my worry Hovered, standing in my way; The things and thoughts I should have had Got buried in my mind, Until my little worry turned Into the horrid kind. By bedtime, I was frantic - What to do, oh, what to do! And then I couldn't go

The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead,

I would rather have a rose from a garden of a friend Than to have the choicest flowers when my stay on earth must end. I would rather have one single word of kindness said to me Than flattery around my grave when life has ceased to be. So bring to me one flower,

Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. The flashing red in his rearview mirror insisted he pull over quickly, but Jack let the car coast. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often? When his