It Is The Tale, Not He Who

Outside, Daylight Was Bleeding Slowly Toward Dusk.

Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?

Hapscomb's Texaco Sat On Number 93 Just North Of Arnette, A Pissant Four-street Burg About 110 Miles From Houston.

My Mother Was A Reader, And She Read To Us. She Read Us Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde When I Was Six And My Brother Was Eight; I Never Forgot It.

The Soil Of A Man’s Heart Is Stonier; A Man Grows What He Can And Tends It.