ParchedA Poem by PeteDeath is the penalty we all pay for the privilege of life. - Robert Halfand its long, lost, wayward cousin the moon oh why has midnight drawn a shrouding curtain over noon we're all born with toe tags needing only a name, cause and date yet they say that it's never too late troops of clouds stormed in with an unexpected, silent, death march yet another fallen arch another casketed dress shirt, pressed and starched i'd have to crawl through the sahara and guzzle the pacific just to begin feeling a wee bit parched © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 25, 2024 Last Updated on January 25, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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