It only takes a spark to make this wick ballet, to make it skate and play with graceful dance and bark. But wicks reduce to char, losing daylight to dark....Read more

Dozen babies line the halls, all so sweet as Summer's day. Time their wingman, they will play, toil in the seasoned soil with their ragged, cherished dolls. Dozen children line the desks, bursting at society's seams, incubated, stubborn dreams giddy to see golden dawn, blindingly so picturesque. D...Read more