i challenge everyone to write a fun narrative poem about a tomato.. it will be fun, doo it.. tomato is just off the top of my head, i wont start writting anything untill i know others will participate, anybody intrested?
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
