Pete
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SucculenceA Poem by PeteWe cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway of our virtue. - Thoreau |
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Doctor JoeA Poem by PeteOur family doctor when I was growing up. |
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AffrontA Poem by PeteThe volatile truth of our words should continually betray the inadequacy of the residual statement. - Thoreau |
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Go Ahead, Make My DayA Poem by PeteDo not despair of life. Think of the fox, prowling in a winter night to satisfy his hunger. His race survives; I do not believe any of them ever commi.. |
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I Think It's OverA Poem by PeteMuch of our poetry has the very best manners, but no character. - Thoreau |
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The Bad Ole DaysA Poem by PeteWhen any real progress is made, we unlearned and learn anew what we thought we knew before. - Thoreau |
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Macular DegenerationA Poem by PeteThe eye is the jewel of the body. - Thoreau |
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Skinned KneeA Poem by PeteDon't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin! - Thoreau |
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Sweet Sacrilege VillageA Poem by PeteLife is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. - Carl Sandburg |
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Cheek To CheekA Poem by PeteListen to music religiously, as if it were the last strain you might hear. - Thoreau |
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