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Poem By: Shel Silverstein | Views: 2048 | Word Count: 66 | View PDF | Print View |
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I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is 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.
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About the Author Shel Silverstein (September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999): Sheldon Alan "Shel" Silverstein was a A truly unique and multi-faceted artist, renowned American poet, songwriter, musician, composer, cartoonist, screenwriter and author of children's books. He sometimes styled himself as Uncle... Read Shel Silverstein's Full Biography
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