You should'nt make poems about sking, its stupid but differn't.

it's a great poem and it's painfully familiar... very, very, very painfully... i especially liked the "boards stuck useless under thin layer of ice my head downhill my poles uphill this is what we called a yard sale" piece -- it's the type of thing that would definitely wind up in my profile if I was actually signed onto AIM. this whole thing makes me very happy

Look just stop reviewing me if u dont like em dont read em i have people who do though and i dont appreciate your opinion