by Shel Silverstein
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
From Where the Sidewalk Ends:
the poems and drawings of Shel Silverstein
the poems and drawings of Shel Silverstein
1995, HarperCollins
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