tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860246989240352409.post804850740232398771..comments2023-09-20T05:56:08.058-07:00Comments on That's No Way to Make Friends.: Back at the 'rentsgrahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06664695227003175322noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860246989240352409.post-87679809642310466482011-06-16T21:59:09.160-07:002011-06-16T21:59:09.160-07:00Graham, I just found your blog. I hope this is fin...Graham, I just found your blog. I hope this is fine with you but I'm excited since I didn't have enough to read on the internet. Now I have years of Graham to read.<br /><br />Actually, I found this because I was looking to see if I could find your poem about... gossip... or talking trash about people. You know the one I love?<br /><br />Anyway, reading this I thought I'd comment because although we are quite different people I think we probably have several experiences in common with the hardwood floor upstairs and the people who walk it. Thus, because I relate with it, I like this poem.<br /><br /><br />Also I think you're pretty neat.<br /><br />There are cobwebs spreading out in the corner above where I'm sitting... near the fuse box.<br />In case you were wondering how I was keeping up the place. I'm not, really.freckledfaranghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17951175663116705969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860246989240352409.post-12359184963568433952009-08-06T10:10:28.581-07:002009-08-06T10:10:28.581-07:00this rules.this rules.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01974263525233864964noreply@blogger.com