Where the Sidewalk EndsAnd 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.
I am not going to say no from now on, I will let people know when they get it right
Place your hand on mine, untie your mind.
Let your bloated brain balloon and float away.
One person was scarely close on this page
yayy i hope it was me lol. i get 2 more chances right?
lol nope hehe.
Keep trying, you will have another 3 chances tomoz, If somebody hasn't got it by then
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