Thought I'd share this sweet sign someone hung on a street light in my neighborhood.The Lorax said nothing just gave me a glance. Just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance. He lifted himself by the seat of his pants and I'll never forget the grim look on his face as he hoisted himself and took leave of this place through a hole in the smog without leaving a trace and all that the Lorax left here in this mess was a small pile of rocks with one word.
UNLESS
2 comments:
Awesome. I love that story. I've thought about writing a Lorax type story about saving the libraries.
oh wonderful. we love that story too. it's one of his best.
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