Here's another little tree poem:
Mathos - strong mighty oak -once told me
" if you don't ask- you won't receive."
And once again, great lord of the forest
You've led me to believe.
Not really, Mathos - don't get a big head or anything. I think it's just those playful naughty little gremlins that love to romp these woods from time to time.
Speaking of which, if you're reading this Mathos - or even you dadpad - are either of you computer whizzes? There's some kind of crazy-ass **** going on with my e-mail and I don't know who to call or what to do to rectify it. Any suggestions?
Your poem was nice though dadpad. Did you mean "eucalyptus" though or "eucalypts"?
If you meant eucalyptus - that's true - and they smell nice too.
*Your location sounds painful by the way. How's that working out for you on a day to day basis. Oh, or maybe you're into that type of thing-
nevermind - foget I asked.