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WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS
By 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 ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.



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Near to the door
he paused to stand
as he took his class ring
off her hand

all who were watching
did not speak
as a silent tear
ran down his cheek

and through his mind
the memories ran
of the moments they walked
and ran in the sand (hand and hand)

but now her eyes were so terribly cold
for he would never again
have her to hold

they watched in silence
as he bent near
and whispered the words...
"I LOVE YOU" in her ear

he touched her face
and started to cry
as he put on his ring
and wanted to die

and just then
the wind began to blow
as they lowered her casket
into the snow...

this is what happens
to man alive...
when friends let friends...
drink and drive.