The following poem by Shel Silverstein was one of Joshua's favorites. He memorized it at a young age, (along with other poems) and quoted it frequently with gusto!
When you spit from the twenty-sixth floor
And it floats on the breeze to the ground
Does it fall upon hats
Or on white persian cats
Or on heads, with a pitty-pat sound?
Oh, I used to think life was a bore
But I don’t feel that way any more
As I count up the hits,
As I smile as I sit,
As I spit from the twenty-sixth floor.
~ Shel Silverstein
Where the Sidewalk Ends
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