listen close...

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Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child

Listen to the DON’TS

Listen to the Shouldn'ts

The IMPOSSIBLES, the WONT’S

Listen to the NEVER HAVES

then listen close to me —

Anything can happen, child,

ANYTHING can be.

 – Shell Silerstein 
“Listen to the Mustn'ts”
from "Where the Sidewalk Ends"

Weird-Bird

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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.

It's just sometimes it's kind of nice

To be the only bird in town.” 

― Shel Silverstein

Sharing at APR: Things that Fly

well mixed

“I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.”  

~ Robert Frost

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“I asked the Zebra, 
are you black with white stripes? 
Or white with black stripes? 
And the zebra asked me, 
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times? 
Or are you quiet with noisy times? 
Are you happy with some sad days? 
Or are you sad with some happy days? 
Are you neat with some sloppy ways? 
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways? 
And on and on and on and on and on and on he went.
I’ll never ask a zebra about stripes...again.”
~Shel Silverstein 

for ppf

unfunny clown

I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown

Who worked in a circus that came through town.

His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,

But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.

One day he said, "I'll tell this town

How it feels to be an unfunny clown.

And he told them all why he looked so sad,

And he told them all why he felt so bad.

He told of Pain and Rain and Cold,

He told of Darkness in his soul,

And after he finished his tale of woe,

Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,
They laughed until they shook the trees...

      And while the world laughed outside.

Cloony the Clown 
                            sat down 
                                           and 
                                                       cried.

~Shel Silverstein

A Light in the Attic


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true colors

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“My skin is kind of sort of brownish pinkish yellowish white. 

My eyes are greyish blueish green, but I'm told they look orange in the night. 

My hair is reddish blondish brown, but its silver when its wet, 

and all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.” 
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends


for APR: rainbow