Pete
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Things Rolled-UpA Poem by PeteI put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark. - Thoreau |
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Heart And SoulA Poem by PeteI lose my respect for the man who can make the mystery of sex the subject of a coarse jest, yet when you speak earnestly and seriously on the subject,.. |
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Extra GravyA Poem by PeteAs I love nature, as I love singing birds...I love thee, my friend. - Thoreau |
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ThruwayA Poem by PeteEvery path but your own is the path of fate. Keep on your own track, then. - Thoreau |
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Locked, Loaded And UnexplodedA Poem by PeteThe savage in man is never quite eradicated. - Thoreau |
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Liar, Liar, World On FireA Poem by PeteIf I put my head deliberately into the fire, there is no appeal to fire or to the maker of fire, and I have only myself to blame. - Thoreau |
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So They SayA Poem by PeteHe who hears the rippling of rivers in these degenerate days will not utterly despair. - Thoreau |
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Charity Begins At HomeA Poem by PeteYou must have a genius for charity as well as for anything else. - Thoreau |
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That Old HouseA Poem by PeteWhat is the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on? - Thoreau |
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