Pete
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Play The PiperA Poem by PeteEnemies publish themselves. They declare war. The friend never declares his love. - Thoreau |
DivanA Poem by PeteGod is alone,-but the devil, he is far from being alone; he sees a great deal of company; he is legion. - Thoreau |
IndenturedA Poem by Pete |
Systemic PandemicA Poem by Pete‘Tis healthy to be sick sometimes. -Thoreau |
Welcome Home?A Poem by PeteA town is saved, not more by the righteous men in it, than by the woods and swamps that surround it. - Thoreau |
None of The AboveA Poem by PeteThe question is not what you look at – but how you look, and whether you see. |
Fruit BasketA Poem by PeteIt is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man. - Thoreau |
Accumulate NimbusA Poem by PeteYou must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds. - Thoreau |
DefloweredA Poem by PeteAll good things are wild and free. - Thoreau |
On The SideA Poem by PeteWe are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect. - Thoreau |