arrows
by shel silverstein
I shot an arrow toward the sky,
It hit a white cloud floating by.
The cloud fell dying to the shore,
I don't shoot arrows anymore.
that is my favorite poem of all time.
by shel silverstein
I shot an arrow toward the sky,
It hit a white cloud floating by.
The cloud fell dying to the shore,
I don't shoot arrows anymore.
that is my favorite poem of all time.
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tatum:
Aww I used to read his poems all the time when I was little!
tatum:
P.S. I'm flattered that you added me as one of your favorites