Grickle-Grass

Remember this?

“At the far end of town
where the Grickle-grass grows
and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows
and no birds ever sing excepting old crows
is the Street of the Lifted Lorax”

Dr. Suess
The Lorax
I thought so. Powerful, memorable stuff and one of those sentences that lets you know immediately that you’ve entered an entirely different, but very imaginative, world.
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