Alphabet Poetry, vol. L

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But

all his soul—

I'm really not kidding,

[TUBA PLAYER]

Oh what a day.

And he cannot hear you call

For he has no ears at all,

Would you like to buy a dog

He is quite the strangest dog

It took twenty-four more just to

And we covered him up and

So the people stopped to wait

As the traffic rolled and the

Twiddlin' their thumbs till the

The way good people should.

Collected dolls with broken heads

[CHAIR]

Who wants a pancake,

And everyone cuddles,

all the magic I have known

If you are a dreamer, a wisher,

Fresh plump coral melons

[HORSE]

TRUE STORY

And I stepped into some quick

And no matter how I tried

[GUN]

guns that wouldn't shoot,

Three-legged chairs and

This started out as a

jumping rope

Grew hisself a garden the

Sprouts all growin', comin'

But just one thing, please,

[SHEET MUSIC]

a liar,

bean buyer

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Taken and pieced together from Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends.

Originally created January 6, 2018 by Linda Besecker.