by steve porter
You're supposed to go to hell and die a horrible death along with your ugly red haired friend. you ugly bastard.
the way you reach out through your work. I always enjoy your poems, thi sone is no exception :)
about where you were headed..but baby steps..one at a time got me where you wanted me to be. Thanks Steve.
Loved it. The poem, that is. Not the troll...=0)
"and you are waiting for me
just on the other side of this poem"
Great lines.