January 6th, 2002

alone on a swing

Poetry hour #2

More Oscar Wilde here, folks. I don't know why I've been into his stuff lately. As I said before, most of his stuff is drek. But some of it is good. A conversation I had with me mum yesterday reminded me of this poem. It's a very cool poem.

Speaking of poems, we visited my sisty-ugler yesterday. She was cleaning out some stuff from her memory chest and found some poems that I wrote clear back in elementary school -- sometime during my three year stint in uniform at a church school. One of my poems struck me hard. I used to ride my bike a lot. I loved it. I'd ride several miles every day. Now I don't. I think I want to get back into that. Oh well.

Anyway, on with the Wilde poem!

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