InfectiousA Poem by PeteI would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. - ThoreauNo need to blow smoke up my arse. Things have gone way beyond a farce. No reason to pound sand. It's all throughout this land. Invading existence like a bad dream. The only thing that can help me now is ... ... steam ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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