"He who learns must suffer and even in our sleep the pain we cannot forget falls drop by drop upon our heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
A song on the 1963 bus trip from the NY worlds fair with Ursala, my grandmother.
"Ham bone, Ham bone where you been?" "All around town and back again" "What you going to do when you get back?" "Going to take a walk by the railroad tracks"
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