Pete
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Just Passing "Through"A Poem by PeteHow many after being celebrated by fame have been given up to oblivion; and how many who have celebrated the fame of others have long been dead. - Mar.. |
French ToastA Poem by PeteIt’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. - Thoreau |
Eternity SurrenderedA Poem by PeteAs if you could kill time without injuring eternity.- Thoreau |
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Leaving A MarkA Poem by Pete |
Affection InjectionA Poem by Pete |
If The Shoe FitsA 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.. |
Spring Is HereA Poem by PeteAs every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden.. |
Rolling OnA Poem by PeteAnd so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass. - Thoreau |
On The Other SideA Poem by PeteWe are ever dying to one world and being born into another. - Thoreau |
