Pete
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Instrument of DeathA 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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Candles And HandlesA Poem by PeteFaith, indeed, is all the reform that is needed; it is itself a reform. - Thoreau |
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MagicicadaA Poem by PeteNature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain. - Thoreau |
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PressureA Poem by PeteI was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest. - Thoreau |
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Dried Not LiedA Poem by PeteWho hears the fishes when they cry? - Thoreau |
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Gimme A ShimmyA Poem by PeteYou cannot hear music and noise at the same time. - Thoreau |
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Slobbering TommyrotA Poem by PeteMoral reform is the effort to throw off sleep. - Thoreau |
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Nowhere Is SomewhereA Poem by PeteNot till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent .. |
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GroundswellA 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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