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Where the Sidewalk Ends
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.
by Shel Silverstein
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The People Yes
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
ā Carl Sandberg
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Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
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Take your limp dicked millenial fagmobile and stick it in your ass, Chevy.
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@PikRik, Smoke Wagon with a smokestack.
White on the bottom and black on the top. YEE-HAWWWW
Yubz the smell of burnin’ rubbah.
Glad you took on this series of commercials. I hate it when advertisers pretend that their commercials are unscripted when you know every scene was filmed 50 times before they got the product they were looking for.
G. B. Shaw: “The secret of success is honesty. Once you can fake that, you’ve got it made.”
George Burns said the same thing, only he said it was “sincerity” that you had to fake.
Hillary would have won, except she had a hard time faking honesty AND sincerity! š No amount of rehearsal will overcome that, the phoniness just shines through.
I’d like to see the car that the outspoken gent did like, but I agree with his assessment of the one on display!
“Iād like to see the car that the outspoken gent did like”. F150. Dodge Ram Hemi. Silverado2500HD. Porsche 911. Kawasaki Ninja H2 (Oh wait…). etc…