Pete
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Kilroy Is Still HereA Poem by PeteThe soul grows by subtraction, not addition. - Thoreau |
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Call Me AnytimeA Poem by PeteAs if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreau |
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No Room At The Inn Or OutA Poem by PeteA lie leads a man from a grove into a jungle. A liar will not be believed, even when he speaks the truth. - Marcelene Cox |
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Where The Tide Is Always HighA Poem by PeteArles, Two Loversby Vincent Van Gogh 1888fulfilling the nexus of destinythirsting for meaningdrinking from the calix of chancetheir longing lips met o.. |
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Who's Got This One?A Poem by PeteBlessed are they who never read a newspaper, for they shall see Nature, and through her, God. - Thoreau |
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In Harmonium (On Cloud Nine)A Poem by PeteMen profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it. - Thoreau |
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Mine's Bigger than Your'sA Poem by PeteA living dog is better than a dead lion. Shall a man go and hang himself because he belongs to the race of pigmies, and not be the biggest pigmy that .. |
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War And Rumours of Love's ScoreA Poem by PeteIn a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language. - Thoreau |
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Sphinx Jinx MethinksA Poem by PeteThe monument of death will outlast the memory of the dead. The Pyramids do not tell the tale which was confided to them; the living fact commemorates .. |
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Maybe, Sometime I'll Give You A CallA Poem by PeteI was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest. - Thoreau |
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