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there is a place where the sidewalk ends …

• 2:55 am on Apr 11, 2009 | #more | tags: poemz

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  there is a place where the sidewalk ends / and before the street begins, / 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. [where the sidewalk ends, by shel silverstein]