To Those Who Voted For Me, Thank You. And To Those Who Didn't, Better Luck Next Year!
Next Year He Did Not Come For Her. She Waited In A New Frock Because The Old One Simply Would Not Meet, But He Never Came. "perhaps He Is Ill," Michael Said. "you Know He Is Never Ill." Michael Came Close To Her And Whispered, With A Shiver, "perhaps There Is No Such Person, Wendy!" And Then Wendy Would Have Cried If Michael Had Not Been Crying.
No Matter What Losses Happen In A Given Season, The Red Sox Always Have Next Year.
Science Has Not Yet Mastered Prophecy. We Predict Too Much For The Next Year And Yet Far Too Little For The Next 10.
