lastobelus12 Mar 2003

This poem fucking rocks. Oh wow. I grew up with such country in my backyard 'n' much time alone in it. nosTALgia, it's such a great drug.

Although I suppose DA has a point. I'd say lurking instead of wriggling, but only because I'm a melodramatic fool. "still trying to reach up" could just be "still reaching" ??? I dunno. But I really like this poem, even if those really are flaws.