LumberyardA Poem by PeteIf you are a seer, whenever you meet a man you will see all that he owns, ay, and much that he pretends to disown, behind him. - ThoreauNot saying that I'm a hypocrite. Okay, must just a little bit. Everyone had a 20/20 speck. Just as you would expect. That I saw clearly. But I couldn't see the forest for the trees. It kept moving in the blinding breeze. Casualty of my own living lie. Perhaps it was because I had a lumberyard ... ... stacked up a mile high ... ... in my own eye ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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