Terry Hill
"Ninja Terry"Wild
- 16 years, 3 months, 11 days ago
My favorite Housman poem was: Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack, And leave your friends and go. Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread, Look not to left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night.