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Originally Posted by root*children 
Shel Silverstein? REally? We LOVELOVELOVE him! When I was little, I thought his photo on teh back was creepy, but his poetry rocks. He's written a good deal of adult stuff too (think cartoons in vintage playboys). The older stuff for adults he wrote was HILARIOUS! He wrote another really long poem about smoking pot... I think it was like a contest to see who had the best herb, and thousands of people came and filled a stadium, etc. 
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oh, my, the smoke off: "now in the laid-back california town of sunny san rafael, lived a girl named pearly sweetcakes, you prob'ly knew her well. she'd been stoned 15 of her 18 years, and her story was widely told, how she could smoke 'em faster than any dude could roll." in 1980 i could recite the entire 6 minute poem, recorded off of dr. demento with a radio shack cassette player, written down and memorized. hmmm, i got out of high school with a 2.8. questionable application of study habits...
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Originally Posted by northcountrymamma 
I don't dislike Shel Silverstien...but man the picture of him on the back of his books....CREEPY!!! Dd wont read them because of this photo 
Couldn't the publishers have chosen something a little less.....psychotic looking  :
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he was a beatnik, and probably chose it himself. he also wrote "uncle shelby's ABZ's, which teaches a mixed up alphabet, with little stories for each letter, such as "D is for Daddy," who is sleeping on the couch, and can't afford a haircut, so why don't you go and get the scissors and give him one. H is for hole, and the suggestion is to push little sister into it. pretty un PC stuff, we all
loved it in high school. i think i still have it on a shelf somewhere. i should show it to the kids!
my other favorite poems of his are "sara cynthia sylvia stout" who is swallowed up by the garbage she wouldn't take out, "someone ate the baby," (but she wasn't very sweet), "i'm being eaten by a boa constrictor," and lazy jane.
lazy
lazy
lazy
lazy
lazy
lazy
jane,
she
wants
a
drink
of
water,
so
she
waits
and
waits
and
waits
and
waits
and
waits
for
it
to
rain.
(into a drawing of her lying on her back with her mouth open).
thanks for the trip down memory lane!
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