Robert Frost wrote a poem about Apple Picking. His was about fast approaching death and what he regrets having done with his life. (And the last line has refrence to a woodchuck... ridiculous Mr. Frost.)
Listening to Wilco is like looking at surreal paintings or reading James Joyce or something.
I'm lovin' it.
Robert Frost wrote a poem about Apple Picking. His was about fast approaching death and what he regrets having done with his life. (And the last line has refrence to a woodchuck... ridiculous Mr. Frost.)
Listening to Wilco is like looking at surreal paintings or reading James Joyce or something. I'm lovin' it.