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Rule the World I could have been a major player in the world of business financing I could have played a professional sport, or earned my bread by dancing. Instead I chose to ply my skills at finance to my food bill, Play childish games and dance while I knead dough that’s from the grist mill. I chose these things on purpose, with a will that life unfurled For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world. I might have found a cure for cancer through hours at a laboratory Or decorated movie stars with all the fashions mandatory Instead I succor runny noses, flus and chicken poxes, And find new ways, adventures and games to play inside of boxes. I chose these things for love of wings that swirled, and whirled, and twirled, For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand the rules the world. I could have written major works that shaped all of society I could have changed laws of the land and influenced the mighty. Instead I chose to r...

The Boys The Boys and the Pond There were two Boys who were neighbors. They were both five years old, and each had a love of Boyish things like adventures, animals, and quests for greatness. One was taller, older, and ready to prove his mettle. The other was slightly smaller, with large round eyes and a love of learning. These two Boys were the best of friends, and were more like brothers than the cousins they were. Indeed, they preferred the pleasure of fighting with one another over the possibility of each having to play alone in his own house.  Occasionally the sound of their play would take on an argumentative tone, and one or the other of their mothers or fathers would call, “Are you Boys fighting?” and they would chorus an innocent “No!” and immediately hush their argument in order to be able to continue the luxury of fighting with each other in peace. One of the Boys’ favorite things to do together was to go outside to play. Their ancestral home was full of tree...