Pete
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For All The Sand in CucamongaA Poem by PeteTime is like a handful of sand – the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers. -Thoreau |
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Providence Ain't Just The Capital of Rhode IslandA Poem by PeteWhen we bring what is within out into the world, miracles happen. - Thoreau |
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Desert CamelA Poem by PeteOh to reach the point of death and realize one has not lived at all. - Thoreau |
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Not So Iron CladA Poem by PeteThe finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor o.. |
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Reversion to MeanA Poem by PeteGo not to the object; let the object come to you. - Thoreau |
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MutabilityA Poem by PeteNought may endure but Mutability. - Shelley |
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To Call Me QuasimodoA Poem by PeteThere is no ill which may not be dissipated, like the dark, if you let in a stronger light upon it. - Thoreau |
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Charge?!A Poem by PeteA man's real faith is never contained in his creed, nor is his creed an article of his faith. - Thoreau |
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