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This is a poem from the New Shel Silverstein anthology that of his last works. I got the book for Christmas and I liked this poem.  It's how I feel sometimes.                                      SPIDER                                   A spider lives inside my head                           Who weaves a strange and wonderful web                                Of silken threads and sliver strings                                   To catch all sorts of flying things,                           Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles                                      And specks of dried-up tears,                      

This is a poem from the New Shel Silverstein anthology that of his last works.  I got the book for Christmas and I liked this poem.  It's how I feel sometimes.                                                        SPIDER                                     A spider lives inside my head                           Who weaves a strange and wonderful web                                Of silken threads and sliver strings                                   To catch all sorts of flying things,                           Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles                                      And specks of dried-up tears,  

This short story Piqued My imagination I wonder what the Sweeper Looks like It is a perfect Fantasy for a Drawing  I'd like to see what others imagine the Sweeper to look like The Sweeper of Dreams This is "The Sweeper of Dreams" by Neil Gaiman from the book Smoke and Mirrors. After all the dreaming is over, after you wake, and leave the world of madness and glory for the mundane day-lit daily grind, through the wreckage of your abandoned fancies walks the sweeper of dreams. Who knows what he was when he was alive? Or if, for that matter, he ever was alive. He certainly will not answer your questions. The sweeper talks little, in his gruf