Runaround Sue Time Travels to 1559 Sorrowful, I lament while yet I can, the hour I kissed her first on dance hall bench— the laughing, f...

Lament of the Cactus "Give up thy thorns," the great genius Burbank said. "In the potted world we've made for you, you...

Karmic Laundromat Though less than a dustball in the lint filter of history, he tumbled headlong through the cycles of life's myster...