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POETRY
Greek Election Day by rocha The First Malaysian by Datuk Seri Maharaja Dúryodhanã Ignorance by nrt Purpose and the Prairie by jeannerene Featured Poetry by Shel Silverstein 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. ~~ ~~ ~~ 
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