Pieces of EightA Poem by PeteWe never conceive the greatness of our fates. - Thoreaubeneath the shaky foundation of blind faith's dubious hovel
jingling mingling tingling shingling dribbling quibbling scribbling orphaned with a sibling unearthing listening glistening foreshadowed destiny or besotted fate i hear the exhumed sound of pieces of eight © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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