PerfidyA Poem by PeteI sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board. - Thoreau![]() My face pressed profoundly up against not-so-ancient, stained glass. I see truth's family gathering for supper. The table is set. Cold leftovers is what I get ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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