Parched

I'm not a great poet.  At all.  But lately, I've been reading my little brother's friend's poetry and I'm beginning to think that one day, (maybe in heaven?) I'd like to write poetry.  Until then, I'll just keep drinking in other people's poetry.  

Is your soul thirsty today?  Read this:

http://underthegreenumbrellatrees.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-madame-her-malady.html