Headache - Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)
What might a headache become?
Having a tree growing up out of me
Is often a worrisome thing.
I'm twisty and thorny and branchy and bare
But wait till you see me in Spring.
Headache, a poem from A Light in the Attic, Shel Silverstein
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