Most Of Us All Walk Around As

When He Went Blundering Back To God, His Songs Half Written, His Work Half Done, Who Knows What Paths His Bruised Feet Trod, What Hills Of Peace Or Pain He Won? I Hope God Smiled And Took His Hand, And Said, "poor Truant, Passionate Fool! Life’s Book Is Hard To Understand: Why Couldst Thou Not Remain At School?" A Poem By Charles Hanson Towne

Chicago Keeps Getting All These Complete Games. Im Expecting 50 Cent Hot Dogs.

I Think We Hear A Lot Of Talk About College, And We Don't Hear About Early Education.

We All Lose Somebody We Care About And Want To Find Some Comforting Way Of Dealing With It, Something That Will Give Us A Little Closure, A Little Peace.

A Heart Weighs More When It Splits In Two; It Crashes In The Chest Like A Broken Plane.