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Remembering back to tenth grade at Sarasota High School (the only high school in town) English Literature exposed us little people to memorization of such things as Shakespeare's "Dull not device by coldness and delay" or S.T. Coleridge's "Day after day, night after night we stuck nor breath nor motion, as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean". Those are the only passages I can now recite.

But the following recitation I can still recite with my eyes closed and one hand tied behind my back:

"It was midnight on the ocean,

Not a horse cart was in sight,

I stepped into a drugstore,

Just to get myself a light.

Now the man behind the counter,

Was a woman old and gray,

Who used to peddle shoe strings,

On the road to Mandalay.

Good evening sir, the woman cried,

And her eyes were filled with tears,

As she put her head between her knees,

And kept it there for years.

Her children all were orphans,

Except one tiny tot,

Who lived in the house across the street,

Above a vacant lot."

Well, that's my spiel. Now I got brain sprain, but  

Life is/was good.