amItoolate? Posted April 30, 2002 Share Posted April 30, 2002 anyone remember whare the sidewalk ends and alight in the attic? if you dont know those two books are a must its been my favoirite shit all my life. he did a LOT of other stuff too peek it.... http://home.att.net/~morgo/Index.htm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nomadawhat Posted April 30, 2002 Share Posted April 30, 2002 those two books bring back good memories of my childhood... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Bruno Posted April 30, 2002 Share Posted April 30, 2002 a boy named sue/johnny cash Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ski Mask Posted April 30, 2002 Share Posted April 30, 2002 Originally posted by nomadawhat those two books bring back good memories of my childhood... same here. grew up on his stuff... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
deznatori Posted April 30, 2002 Share Posted April 30, 2002 Damn. I remember going to see him when I was in 3rd grade. Ebaneezer Sneezer's Ice Cream Store (I think that's right) is one of those poems that drew me into liking him a lot when I was little. It was in Where the sidewalk ends. I can think of the other one I used to have of his. It had a tree on the front. Damn good poet. Robert Frost (Another I grew up on) has got me as a fav though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Giving Tree Posted April 30, 2002 Share Posted April 30, 2002 the giving tree has meant more to my life than alot of things. "cut down my trunk and make a boat," said the tree. "then you can sail away and be happy." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
aymet one Posted May 1, 2002 Share Posted May 1, 2002 The Missing Piece meets the Big O is a masterpiece. My dad once picked him up when he was hitchhiking. Apparently, he didn't talk much. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
amItoolate? Posted May 1, 2002 Author Share Posted May 1, 2002 dude, i was crazy shit wild when i was a tyke and i can remember in the first grade someone stole them two books from the teacher (this is at a catholic school, mind you)and sho nuff the ol hag found em ... in my mutha fuckin bookbag!!!! i rememeber i used to act up and have to sit out side the door, it always seemed like forever, well i had my pencil box and the bathroom was across the way so id run in there and draw ALL over the walls i guess thats where it began.... wouldnt it be hot if the next day i took pics, ahhh the childhood memories.............so what did yall think of them sons? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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