Pete
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Selective HearingA Poem by PeteThe church is a sort of hospital for men's souls and as full of quackery as the hospital for their bodies. - Thoreau |
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DriftwoodA Poem by PeteMy life is like a stroll upon the beach, as near to the ocean's edge as I can go. - Thoreau |
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Anemia PanaceaA Poem by PeteAs a mother loves to see her child imbibe nourishment and expand, so God loves to see his children thrive on the nutriment he has furnished them. - Th.. |
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Black Tie OptionalA Poem by PeteWe have the St. Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still - Thoreau |
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I Swear I Was ThereA Poem by PeteBribed with a little sunlight and a few prismatic tints, we bless our Maker, and stave off his wrath with hymns. - Thoreau |
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Rude, Riffed and RighteousA 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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On The CuspA Poem by PeteMorning work! By the blushes of Aurora and the music of Memnon, what should be man's morning work in this world? - Thoreau |
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No Other WayA Poem by Pete“Happiness is a shadow of harmony; it follows harmony. There is no other way to be happy.” - Rajneesh |
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Brown Is Just A Darker Shade of YellowA Poem by Pete |
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Chrissy's No SissyA Poem by Pete'Chrissy' is an addict and prostitute living in my building. I like her a lot but it will never be. So sad. Breaks my heart. |
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