Are Wild Strawberries really wild? Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child?
-Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic, 66.
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Rain
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And poured into my brain,
So pardon the wild, crazy thing I just said—
I just ain't the same since there's rain in my head.
I walk kinda careful,
I turn around slow,
I can't run or jump
Cause I might overflow.
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of rain in my head.
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And poured into my brain,
So pardon the wild, crazy thing I just said—
I just ain't the same since there's rain in my head.
I walk kinda careful,
I turn around slow,
I can't run or jump
Cause I might overflow.
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of rain in my head.
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
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