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Today, Shel Silverstein was born in Chicago.
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Shel Silverstein's life
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Shel Silverstein started to right when he was 12 years old.
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Shel goes to college
Silverstein attended the University of Illinois but got kicked out after one year. Next he attended Chicago Academy of Fine arts for a year, but left and went to Roosevelt University for three years until he was drafted into the army. -
Shel Silverstein drew cartoons for the army at this time
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This year Shel wrote his first book "Lafcadio: The Lion Who Shot Back"
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This is the year Shel wrote the book "The Giving Tree"
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Shel Silverstein wrote the song "A Boy Named Sue"
Shel wrote the song which has a "AABCCB" rhyming pattern and it was sung by Jonny Cash. Also, this song won a Grammy. -
Shel's daughter Shoshanna was born
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In this year he wrote the award-winning poetry collection book "Where the Sidewalk Ends"
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrow -
Shel's wife Susan passed away
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Shel Silverstein wrote the award winning poetry collection book called "A Light In the Attic"
This is one of Shel's poems I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here. -
Shel's daughter sadly passed away today
Shoshanna died because of a severe cerebral aneurysm when she was eleven. -
Shel Silverstein's son Mathew was born
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This year he wrote the poetry collection book "Falling Up"
This is on of Shel Silverstein's poems. Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . . -
In the month of May, Shel Silverstein passed away.
