Pete
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The Weed That Feeds (Food For The Soul)A Poem by PeteAmong the signs of autumn, I perceive The Roman wormwood (called by learned men Ambrosia elatior, food for gods. - Thoreau |
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What, Me Worry?A Poem by PeteWhen I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest. - Thoreau |
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Tearful GoodbyeA Poem by PeteThe finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance o.. |
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When Push Comes To ShoveA Poem by PeteNothing can be more useful to a man than the determination not to be hurried. - Thoreau |
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Don't Feed The BirdsA Poem by PeteShall I not rejoice also at the abundance of the weeds whose seeds are the granary of the birds? - Thoreau |
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Crossing The State LineA Poem by PeteIf a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however.. |
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The Cleaning Service Never Showed UpA Poem by PeteI’ve always thought that the stereotype of the dirty old man is really the creation of a dirty young man who wants the field to himself. - Hugh .. |
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LamentationA Poem by PeteMake the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. - Thoreau |
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Salad DressingA Poem by PeteMany men go fishing all their lives without knowing it is not fish they are after. - Thoreau |
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When No One's LookingA Poem by PeteThe poet is a man who lives at last by watching his moods. An old poet comes at last to watch his moods as narrowly as a cat does a mouse. - Thoreau |
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