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Luskwood is a sim in Second Life. It's one of the oldest in SL, and one of the very first places the furry community gathered when SL first went online back in 2002. I first came to Lusk in March of 2007. While I'd known about the fandom for some time, I'd never met any other furries. I didn't really consider myself a furry yet.
Over the ensuing years, I've spent a lot of time there, met a lot of great (and not so great) people, and made some amazing friendships. I'm still friends with many of the folks I've met there over the years. While I don't go there often anymore, I still care about it a lot. I don't think I show that enough, however.
This poem is my attempt to remedy some of that. I think this poem has taken me the longest to write out of any poem I've written aside from The Tail of Captain Morado. I began working on this last night. I knew it was done when I read it and began to cry.
To anyone from Luskwood who might know me who might be reading this:Thank you. From the very bottom of my heart. Luskwood, and all the people I've met there, all the friends I've made...even the ones who may have hurt me or the ones I may have hurt...have had a profound impact upon my life.
I would not be here if it weren't for all of you, and I certainly wouldn't be the person I am today or the kind of good friend I am to the people I love. If we had a falling out, just know that I truly wish you well. I wish all of you well.
Luskwood, I still love you. To all the founders & people who work so hard to keep Luskwood going..you rock! (Sorry if some of you didn't fit in the keywords).
http://luskwood.org/founders
Over the ensuing years, I've spent a lot of time there, met a lot of great (and not so great) people, and made some amazing friendships. I'm still friends with many of the folks I've met there over the years. While I don't go there often anymore, I still care about it a lot. I don't think I show that enough, however.
This poem is my attempt to remedy some of that. I think this poem has taken me the longest to write out of any poem I've written aside from The Tail of Captain Morado. I began working on this last night. I knew it was done when I read it and began to cry.
To anyone from Luskwood who might know me who might be reading this:Thank you. From the very bottom of my heart. Luskwood, and all the people I've met there, all the friends I've made...even the ones who may have hurt me or the ones I may have hurt...have had a profound impact upon my life.
I would not be here if it weren't for all of you, and I certainly wouldn't be the person I am today or the kind of good friend I am to the people I love. If we had a falling out, just know that I truly wish you well. I wish all of you well.
Luskwood, I still love you. To all the founders & people who work so hard to keep Luskwood going..you rock! (Sorry if some of you didn't fit in the keywords).
http://luskwood.org/founders
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Reminds me of this, somehow:
http://www.wanderingherpetologist.c.....-axolotl-poem/
I Wandered Lonely as a Clod
I wandered lonely as a clod,
Just picking up old rags and bottles,
When onward on my way I plod,
I saw a host of axolotls;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
A sight to make a man’s blood freeze.
Some had handles, some were plain;
They came in blue, red pink, and green.
A few were orange in the main;
The damnedest sight I’ve ever seen.
The females gave a sprightly glance;
The male ones all wore knee-length pants.
Now oft, when on the couch I lie,
The doctor asks me what I see.
They flash upon my inward eye
And make me laugh in fiendish glee.
I find my solace then in bottles,
And I forget them axolotls.
“I Wandered Lonely as a Clod”. © 1958 E.C. Publications, Inc.
http://www.wanderingherpetologist.c.....-axolotl-poem/
I Wandered Lonely as a Clod
I wandered lonely as a clod,
Just picking up old rags and bottles,
When onward on my way I plod,
I saw a host of axolotls;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
A sight to make a man’s blood freeze.
Some had handles, some were plain;
They came in blue, red pink, and green.
A few were orange in the main;
The damnedest sight I’ve ever seen.
The females gave a sprightly glance;
The male ones all wore knee-length pants.
Now oft, when on the couch I lie,
The doctor asks me what I see.
They flash upon my inward eye
And make me laugh in fiendish glee.
I find my solace then in bottles,
And I forget them axolotls.
“I Wandered Lonely as a Clod”. © 1958 E.C. Publications, Inc.
...wow. That's the second time someone's mentioned that poem to me. I've only read it once, after the first time someone pointed it out. I've also been compared to Wordsworth >///> I think the only Wordsworth I can be compared to is the dude from Heathcliff. I'm honored though.
I grew up reading a lot of MAD in the 80's..maybe that's where I picked up my style.
I grew up reading a lot of MAD in the 80's..maybe that's where I picked up my style.
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