Before The Rooster CrowsA Poem by PeteAt death our friends and relations either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart further from us and are forgotten. Friends are as often brought nearer together as separated by death. - Thoreaat the midnight hour float me down the tired river with a white flower © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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