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It Was Missing A Piece. And It Was Not Happy. So It Set Off In Search Of Its Missing Piece. And As It Rolled It Sang This Song - "oh I'm Lookin' For My Missin' Piece I'm Lookin' For My Missin' Piece Hi-dee-ho, Here I Go, Lookin' For My Missin' Piece.

-Shel Silverstein

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Shel Silverstein

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It Was Missing A Piece. And It Was Not Happy. So It Set Off In Search Of Its Missing Piece. And As It Rolled It Sang This Song - "oh I'm Lookin' For My Missin' Piece I'm Lookin' For My Missin' Piece Hi-dee-ho, Here I Go, Lookin' For My Missin' Piece.

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He Wasted His Wishes On Wishing.

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If You Have To Dry The Dishes (such An Awful Boring Chore) If You Have To Dry The Dishes ('stead Of Going To The Store) If You Have To Dry The Dishes And You Drop One On The Floor Maybe They Won't Let You Dry The Dishes Anymore

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You'd Better Get Your Laugh While You're Making Your Point, Or You Won't Be Doing It Very Long.

The Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There, To Those Mysterious Lands You Long To See. Through Gypsy Camps And Swirling Arab Fair, And Moonlit Woods Where Unicorns Run Free. So Come And Walk Awhile With Me And Share The Twisting Trails And Wondrous Worlds I've Known. But This Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There. The Last Few Steps You Have To Take Alone.

So Please Get Your Rags And Your Polishing Jars, Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars.

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G'bye, I'm Going Out To Play!

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And All The Colors I Am Inside Have Not Been Invented Yet.

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Listen To The Voice That Speaks Inside

When I Am Gone What Will You Do? Who Will Write And Draw For You? Someone Smarter--someone New? Someone Better--maybe You!

The Little Boy And The Old Man Said The Little Boy, "sometimes I Drop My Spoon." Said The Old Man, "i Do That Too." The Little Boy Whispered, "i Wet My Pants." I Do That Too," Laughed The Little Old Man. Said The Little Boy, "i Often Cry." The Old Man Nodded, "so Do I." But Worst Of All," Said The Boy, "it Seems Grown-ups Don't Pay Attention To Me." And He Felt The Warmth Of A Wrinkled Old Hand. I Know What You Mean," Said The Little Old Man.

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I Said, "i'll Take The T-bone Steak." A Soft Voice Mooed, "oh Wow." And I Looked Up And Realized The Waitress Was A Cow. I Cried, "mistake--forget The The Steak. I'll Take The Chicken Then." I Heard A Cluck--'twas Just My Luck The Busboy Was A Hen. I Said, "okay No, Fowl Today. I'll Have The Seafood Dish." Then I Saw Through The Kitchen Door The Cook--he Was A Fish. I Screamed, "is There Anyone Workin' Here Who's An Onion Or A Beet? No? Your're Sure? Okay Then Friends, A Salad's What I'll Eat." They Looked At Me. "oh,no," They Said, "the Owner Is A Cabbage Head.

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When The Light Turns Green, You Go. When The Light Turns Red, You Stop. But What Do You Do When The Light Turns Blue With Orange And Lavender Spots?

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But All The Magic I Have Known I've Had To Make Myself.

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And The Tree Was Happy

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The Baby Bat Screamed Out In Fright, 'turn On The Dark, I'm Afraid Of The Light.

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Pirate Dreams Needles And Pins, Needles And Pins, Sew Me A Sail To Catch Me The Wind. Sew Me A Sail Strong As The Gale, Carpenter, Bring Out Your Hammers And Nails. Hammers And Nails, Hammers And Nails, Build Me A Boat To Go Chasing The Whales. Chasing The Whales, Sailing The Blue Find Me A Captain And Sign Me A Crew. Captain And Crew, Captain And Crew, Take Me, Oh Take Me To Anywhere New.

Frozen Dream I'll Take The Dream I Had Last Night And Put It In My Freezer, So Someday Long And Far Away When I'm An Old Grey Geezer, I'll Take It Out And Thaw It Out, This Lovely Dream I've Frozen, And Boil It Up And Sit Me Down A Dip My Old Cold Toes In.

A Spider Lives Inside My Head Who Weaves A Strange And Wondrous Web Of Silken Threads And Silver Strings To Catch All Sorts Of Flying Things, Like Crumbs Of Thoughts And Bits Of Smiles And Specks Of Dried-up Tears, And Dust Of Dreams That Catch And Cling For Years And Years And Years...

Thanksgiving Dinner's Sad And Thankless. Christmas Dinner's Dark And Blue. When You Stop And Try To See It From The Turkey's Point Of View.

God Says To Me With A Kind Of Smile, "hey How Would You Like To Be God Awhile And Steer The World?" . . . . "how Much Do I Get? What Time Is Lunch?" . . . . "gimme Back That Wheel," Says God. "i Don't Think You're Quite Ready Yet."

Each Time I See The Upside-down Man Standing In The Water, I Look At Him And Start To Laugh, Although I Shouldn't Oughtter. For Maybe In Another World Another Time Another Town, Maybe He Is Right Side Up And I Am Upside Down

I'd Rather Play Tennis Than Go To The Dentist. I'd Rather Play Soccer Than Go To The Doctor. I'd Rather Play Hurk Than Go To Work. Hurk? Hurk? What's Hurk? I Don't Know But It Must Be Better Than Work!

There's A Polar Bear In Our Frigidaire-- He Likes It 'cause It's Cold In There. With His Seat In The Meat And His Face In The Fish And His Big Hairy Paws In The Buttery Dish, He's Nibbling The Noodles, And Munching The Rice, He's Slurping The Soda, He's Licking The Ice. And He Lets Out A Roar If You Open The Door. And It Gives Me A Scare To Know He's In There-- That Polary Bear In Our Fridgitydaire.

At Night My Mind Does Not Much Care If What It Thinks Is Here Or There. It Tells Me Stories, It Invents And Makes Up Things That Don't Make Sense. I Do Not Know Why It Does This Stuff. The Real World Seems Quite Weird Enough.

There Are No Happy Endings. Endings Are The Saddest Part, So Just Give Me A Happy Middle And A Very Happy Start.

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