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Oh, the Places You'll Go! (not in its entirety)
Dr. Seuss
Except when you don' t
Because, sometimes, you won't.
I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung upin a prickle-ly perch.And your gang will fly on.You'll be left in a Lurch.
You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump.
I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung upin a prickle-ly perch.And your gang will fly on.You'll be left in a Lurch.
You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,that you'll be in a Slump.
And when you're in a Slump,you're not in for much fun.Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
And when you're in a Slump,you're not in for much fun.Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out?
Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose?
How much can you win?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...or right-and-three-quarters?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...or right-and-three-quarters?
Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you'll start in to race
You can get so confused that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...
...for people just waiting.
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to goor the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a
Yes or a No or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for
Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
NO!That's not for you!
Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying.
NO!That's not for you!
Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
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Sometimes Dr. Seuss just has all the words. From the very first time I learned to read this Doctor was my go to guy. One fish, two fish, blue fish, green fish--pigtails and hot pink converse under the plum tree. Oh, the Places You'll Go!
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare
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