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              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
             
 
              Shel Silverstein
             
 
               
 
 
 
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