HALF-N-HALF

My father fed me milk,
My mother poured me cream;
My mother's touch was silk,
My father's eye, a beam.

My father called me son,
My mother called me knave;
My mother's love I won,
My father's love I gave.

My father took me riding,
My mother took my hand;
My mother gave me hiding,
My father gave me land.

My father filled my inner strength,
My mother taught me humor;
My mother bred my wired length,
My father, a festered tumor.

But such they are my half, my whole,
For such as they have given;
For half and half I am all tol',
And half and half I'm livin'.
 
—Dumas fils

As an educator no part of the Bible is of greater value than are its biographies. Conversely extended: for a biographee, what they are is what has been written (educated) into them; these inner-man things are what they will love writing about....

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