i love shel silverstein as much now as i did as a little kid- and this poem in particular feels especially appropriate this week in nashville. my all-time favorite of his was always
little abigail and the beautiful pony. i used to leave this poem lying around for my parents when it was time for my birthday, christmas, etc. (never worked!!). anyway, point of the post is it's hotttt.
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