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Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go? -Shel Silverstein
I love Shel Silverstein. I love this poem. It inspires me and makes me feel youthful.
kattmarie added this comment 2008-06-04 15:47:04-05:00
I LOVE THIS!!!! i love shel silverstein!
tutuman added this comment 2008-02-19 01:01:11-06:00
OH MY GOD! IS THIS YOUR "FIRST POEM"?!? IT IS SO GOOD! WOW! PERFECT!
frita added this comment 2008-02-14 23:53:13-06:00
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kattmarie added this comment 2008-06-04 15:47:04-05:00
I LOVE THIS!!!! i love shel silverstein!
tutuman added this comment 2008-02-19 01:01:11-06:00
OH MY GOD! IS THIS YOUR "FIRST POEM"?!? IT IS SO GOOD! WOW! PERFECT!
frita added this comment 2008-02-14 23:53:13-06:00
Ammmmmaaaaazzzzzzzzzinnnnnnngggg.