Pete
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Playing with FireA Poem by Pete“The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter, and is about as ample at one season as at another. It is as well for che.. |
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Sur Chaque Rue (On Every Street)A Poem by Pete"Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence." - Thoreau |
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EmancipationA Poem by Pete"In an unjust society the only place for a just man is prison." - Thoreau |
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Sanity SwingsA Poem by Pete“In sane moments we regard only the facts, the case that is.” - Thoreau |
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Crawl SpaceA Poem by Pete |
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LividityA Poem by Petelivor mortis. : hypostasis of the blood following death that causes a purplish red discoloration of the skin. — called also dependent lividity, .. |
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FlavorA Poem by Pete“He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton; he who does not cannot be otherwise.” - Thoreau |
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