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Ourchestra: So you haven't got a drum, just beat your belly. So I haven't got a horn-I'll play my nose. So we haven't any cymbals- We'll just slap our hands together, And though there may be orchestras That sound a little better With their fancy shiny instruments That cost an awful lot-
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poems
humor
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1393eea
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Eighteen luscuios scrumpitous flavors, Chocolate,Lime and Cherry Coffee,Pumpkin, Fudge-Banana, Caramel Cream and boysenberry. Rocky Road and Toasted Almond, Butterscotch,Vanilla Dip, Butter Brinkle, Apple Ripple,Coconut,and Mocha Chip, Brandy Peach and Lemon Custard. Each scoop lovely.smooth and round. Tallest cream cone in town lying there on the ground.
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Oh, I'm being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, And I don't like it--one bit. Well, what do you know? It's nibblin' my toe. Oh, gee, It's up to my knee. Oh my, It's up to my thigh. Oh, fiddle, It's up to my middle. Oh, heck, It's up to my neck.
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14e2d55
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When I am gone what will you do? Who will write and draw for you?
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Shel Silverstein |
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e45aa36
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Whatever you are is all okay. I don't like you anyway.
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c1dcbfd
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Runny's Nicpic One day Runny Babbit Met little Franny Fog. He said, "Let's have a nicpic Down by the lollow hog." He brought some cutter bookies, Some teanuts and some pea. And what did Franny Fog bring? Her whole fog framily." --
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923d6cd
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It's all the same to the clam.
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efbc49e
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If we meet and I say, "Hi," That's a salutation. If you ask me how I feel, That's a consideration. If we stop and talk awhile, That's a conversation. If we understand each other, That's communication. If we argue, scream and fight, That's an altercation. If later we apologize, That's a reconciliation. If we help each other home, That's cooperation. And all these ations added up Make civilization. (And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is t..
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poem
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Shel Silverstein |
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137df17
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There are no happy endings, endings are sad-so let's have a happy beginning and a happy middle.
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1e0226a
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One sister for sale, One sister for sale, One crying and spying young sister for sale I'm really not kidding so who'll start the bidding Do I hear a dollar? A nickle? A penny? Oh isnt there isnt there isnt there any
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TREE HOUSE A tree house, a free house, A secret you and me house, A high up in the leafy branches Cozy as can be house. A street house, a neat house, Be sure to wipe your feet house Is not my kind of house at all- Let's go live in a tree house.
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tree-house
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Shel Silverstein |
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76e6e38
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One picture puzzle piece Lyin' on the sidewalk, One picture puzzle piece Soakin' in the rain. It might be a button of blue On the coat of the woman Who lived in a shoe. It might be a magical bean, Or a fold in the red Velvet robe of a queen. It might be the one little bite Of the apple her stepmother Gave to Snow White. It might be the veil of a bride Or a bottle with some evil genie inside. It might be a small tuft of hair On the big bounc..
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1f7a9ab
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When I am gone what will you do? Who will write and draw for you? Someone smarter-someone new? Someone better-maybe YOU!
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If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer... If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
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dreams
happiness
crete
jack-r-kearns
mrs-sjostrom
third-grade
greece
nostalgia
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9540d19
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Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my toys will break. So none of the other kids can use 'em.... Amen.
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prayer
selfish
toys
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c6f7cb1
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How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.
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Shel Silverstein |
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I said, "I'll take the T-bone steak." A soft voice mooed, "Oh wow." And I looked up and realized The waitress was a cow. I cried, "Mistake--forget the the steak. I'll take the chicken then." I heard a cluck--'twas just my luck The busboy was a hen. I said, "Okay no, fowl today. I'll have the seafood dish." Then I saw through the kitchen door The cook--he was a fish. I screamed, "Is there anyone workin' here Who's an onion or a beet? No? You..
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Pirate Captain Jim "Walk the plank," says Pirate Jim "But Captain Jim, I cannot swim." "Then you must steer us through the gale." "But Captain Jim, I cannot sail." "Then down with the galley slaves you go." "But Captain Jim, I cannot row."
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poetry
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ac35f04
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends.
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dd56a93
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Standing is stupid, Crawling's a curse, Skipping is silly, Walking is worse. Hopping is hopeless, Jumping's a chore, Sitting is senseless, Leaning's a bore. Running's ridiculous, Jogging's insane- Guess I'll go upstairs and Lie down again.
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standing
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Shel Silverstein |
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659b2aa
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Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north, Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth. He says, "It's not that I like ice Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
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Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece I'm lookin' for my missin' piece Hi-dee-ho, here I go, Lookin' for my missin' piece
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Larry's such a liar--- He tells outrageous lies. He says he's ninety-nine years old Instead of only five. He says he lives up on the moon, He says that he once flew. He says he's really six feet four Instead of three feet two. He says he has a billion dollars 'Stead of just a dime. He says he rode a dinosaur Back in some distant time. He says his mother is the moon Who taught him magic spells. He says his father is the wind That rings the m..
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poem
humor
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b154f6c
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ENTER THIS DESERTED HOUSE But please walk softly as you do. Frogs dwell here and crickets too. Ain't no ceiling, only blue Jays dwell here and sunbeams too. Floors are flowers - take a few. Ferns grow here and daisies too. Whoosh, swoosh - too-whit, too-woo, Bats dwell here and hoot owls too. Ha-ha-ha,hee-hee,hoo-hoooo, Gnomes dwell here and goblins too. And my child, I thought you knew I dwell here...and so do you.
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poem
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4403eed
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Talked my head off Worked my tail off Cried my eyes out Walked my feet off Sang my heart out So you see, There's really not much left of me.
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096b5e2
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I keep meeting all the right people At all the wrong times.
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POOR ANGUS Oh what do you do, poor Angus, When hunger makes you cry? "I fix myself an omelet, sir, Of fluffy clouds and sky." Oh what do you wear, poor Angus, When winds blow down the hills? "I sew myself a warm cloak, sir, Of hope and daffodils." Oh who do you love, poor Angus, When Catherine's left the moor? "Ah, then, sir, then's the only time I feel I'm really poor."
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poem
poor
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THE ONE WHO STAYED You should have heard the old men cry, You should have heard the biddies When that sad stranger raised his flute And piped away the kiddies. Katy, Tommy, Meg and Bob Followed, skipped gaily, Red-haired Ruth, my brother Rob, And little crippled Bailey, John and Nils and Cousin Claire, Dancin', spinnin', turnin', 'Cross the hills to God knows where- They never came returnin'. 'Cross the hills to God knows where The piper pr..
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e9f805b
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If you're nasty, I won't fight. If you're rough, well that's just you. If you're mean, that's alright too. Whatever you are is all okay. I don't like you anyway.
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change
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on
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b7f9fe3
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I was hoping that perhaps I could roll with you..." "You cannot roll with me," said the Big O, "but perhaps you can roll by yourself."
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relationships
self-confidence
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08d5295
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I'd rather play tennis than go to the dentist. I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor. I'd rather play Hurk than go to work. Hurk? Hurk? What's Hurk? I don't know, but it must be better than work.
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poem
work
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dbcb94a
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Are you anybody else's missing piece?' 'Not that I know of.' 'Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?' 'I can be someone's and still my own.'
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piece
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d40d185
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In a world of apples and kisses and shoes He wasted his wishes on wishing.
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6f32d80
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The Voice No teacher, preacher, parent, friend Or wise man can decide What's right for you - just listen to The voice that speaks inside.
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RAIN I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain. And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can't do a handstand- I might overflow, So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said- I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
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64fad97
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Sometimes I get so depressed 'Bout what I haven't done. -NEVER
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b8263e0
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I'm Reginald Clark, I'm afraid of the dark So please do not close this book on me.
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poetry
humor
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Shel Silverstein |
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85e07cf
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Anything can happen child, anything can be.
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Shel Silverstein |
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84fc97e
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BODY LANGUAGE Said my feet, "Hey, let's go dancin'." Said my tongue, "Let's have a snack." Said my brain, "Let's read a good book." Said my eyes, "Let's take a nap." Said my legs, "Let's just go walkin'." Said my back, "Let's take a ride." Said my seat, "Well, I'll just sit right here,'Til all of you decide." --
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16f48a1
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We can't find the cat, We don't know where she's at, Oh, where did she go? Does anyone know? Let's ask this walking hat.
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poem
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Shel Silverstein |
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593d747
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When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue and orange with lavender spots?
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Shel Silverstein |
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25591c5
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I've discovered a way to stay friends forever - There's really nothing to it. I simply tell you what to do And you do it!
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poem
friendship
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Shel Silverstein |
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8089332
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Where the Sidewalk Ends Shel Silverstein 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. 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 meas..
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dfddad2
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If we were a rock 'n' roll band, We'd travel all over the land. We'd play and we'd sing and wear spangly things, If we were a rock 'n' roll band. If we were a rock 'n' roll band, And we were up there on the stand, The people would hear us and love us and cheer us, Hurray for that rock 'n' roll band. If we were a rock 'n' roll band Then we'd have a million fans. We'd goggle and laugh and sign autographs, If we were a rock 'n' roll band. If w..
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