Person sitting on a hill with flowers

Sweet peas: A poem

Violet — I always thought it smelled like hope. Fuchsia — I always thought it tasted like rose hip tea. Pink — I always thought it felt like satin.   And all these colors intermingle Obscenely intertwining on the petals Of sweet peas twisting along the pavement Twining between my
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Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends with bulldozer pushing animals and plants off the edge

Where Civilization Ends: A poem

Disclaimer: The following poem is a parody of Shel Silverstein’s “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”   There is a place where civilization ends And the hills no longer roll, only streets that sting, And there the cement suffocates sweet wild And the sun seeks revenge with scorching revile And there is
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