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Shel Silverstein Quotes

Shel Silverstein quotes about walking

American Poet September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999

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Since my fried left me, I've got nothing to do but walking. I walk to forget. I walk, I escape, I get further. My friend will not come back, now I am a marathon man. 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 measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go. To the place where the sidewalk... Shel Silverstein
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends.Past the pits where the asphalt flowers growWe shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,And watch where the chalk-white arrows goTo the place where the sidewalk ends. Shel Silverstein
The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I've known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone. Shel Silverstein
Talked my head off. Worked my tail off. Cried my eyes out. Walked my feet off. Sang my heat out. So you see, There's really not much left of me. Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyesAnd looked up at the rain,And it dripped in my headAnd flowed into my brain,And all that I hear as I lie in my bedIs 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. Shel Silverstein
If you want to marry me, here's what you'll have to do: You must learn how to make a perfect chicken-dumpling stew. And you must sew my holey socks, And soothe my troubled mind, And develop the knack for scratching my back, And keep my shoes spotlessly shined. And while I rest you must rake up the leaves, And when it is hailing and snowing. You must shovel the walk... and be still when I talk, And-hey-where are you going? Shel Silverstein
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."Then you must be the pirate's clerk."But Captain Jim, I cannot work. Shel Silverstein

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