Pete
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SolsticeA Poem by PeteRest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer day... is by no means a waste of time. - Thoreau |
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Horn of PlentyA Poem by PeteI make myself rich by making my wants few. - Thoreau |
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Evergreen FragranceA Poem by PeteThe more slowly trees grow at first, the sounder they are at the core, and I think the same is true of human beings. - Thoreau |
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Shake Your BootyA Poem by PeteIn a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language. - Thoreau |
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I'm Your Boogie ManA Poem by PeteNothing is so much to be feared as fear. - Thoreau |
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Taking ShapeA Poem by PeteTime is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slide.. |
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Is There Still Time To Knit A Sweater?A Poem by PeteFire is the most tolerable third party. - Thoreau |
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Where You Toss Half A Guinea To A NinnyA Poem by PeteWhen our life ceases to be inward and private, conversation degenerates into mere gossip. - Thoreau |
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Catching The DriftA Poem by PeteA written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work .. |
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Shades of GrayA Poem by PeteThe soul grows by subtraction, not addition. - Thoreau |
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