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where the sidewalk ends

where the sidewalk ends shel silverstein | i'm with dylan

where the sidewalk ends - poems by shel silverstein | i'm with dylan

i love how certain things from childhood stay with us no matter how old we get. like this shel silverstein poem. every now and again a line will pop into my head and i’ll remember how much i love it.

you can imagine how pumped i was when i received where the sidewalk ends in the mail (aside: how great is mail? i f*cking love mail…) as a belated baby shower gift from a great friend of mine. she must be in my head or something, because i’ve literally (literally, literally) been thinking about picking up a copy to add to LOs slowly growing library. such a weird, dark, wonderful book of poems…

she might also enjoy that one of her grandpa’s bears a striking resemblance to the author.


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