SIDEWALK ENDS- sweet seafoam sugar peering under peanut gianduja and pumpkin marshmallows.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackWhere The Sidewalk Ends, Shel Silverstein
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 arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends