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Shel Silverstein Quotes

Shel Silverstein quotes about tree

American Poet September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999

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Shel Silverstein quote: "And the boy loved the tree.......very much. And the tree was..."
And the boy loved the tree.......very much. And the tree was happy. Shel Silverstein
Just Me, Just Me. Sweet Marie, she loves just me(She also loves Maurice Mc. Ghee).No she don't, she loves just me(She also loves Louise Dupree).No she don't, she loves just me(She also loves the willow tree).No she don't, she loves just me!(Poor, poor fool, why can't you see. She can love others and still love thee.) Shel Silverstein
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
Shel Silverstein quote: "Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."And the boy did. And..."
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."And the boy did. And the tree was happy. Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein quote: "And the tree was happy"
And the tree was happy Shel Silverstein
An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things-Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed. The oak tree grew so high. That now it spoke of newer things-Eagles, mountain peaks and sky."I guess you think you're pretty great,"The rose was heard to cry, Screaming as loud as it possibly could. To the treetop in the sky."And now you have no time for flower talk, Now that you've grown so tall."It's not so much that I've grown,"... Shel Silverstein

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