IncognitoA Poem by PeteA man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can let alone. -Thoreau![]() I see the stoic steeple. Hear the cling clang of its bicameral bell. Carrying faded pictures of home. I turn and go on my anonymous way. Only time will tell ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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