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01-09-2008, 05:05 PM
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Does anyone want to volunteer to murder me?
The beauty of the world, the paragon of Amy!
 Join Date: Jun 2006
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Where do you live? I can probably find it out for you.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends And before the street begins,by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. |
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