When The Walls Come Tumblin' DownA Poem by PeteRoutine is a ground to stand on, a wall to retreat to; we cannot draw on our boots without bracing ourselves against it. - Thoreaui needed a bulldozer all i had was a tarnished spoon maybe in the next life, i'll sell tickets to a sand dune either that or rebuild with green cheese on the moon © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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