To Each His Own BeachcombA Poem by PeteMy life is like a stroll upon the beach. - Thoreaua smooth pebble or a washed rock maybe a shell, sand dollar or broken crustacean elusive sea glass mermaid's purse for anything within reach a comb with missing teeth except for myself, who i must coax and beseech like driftwood to each his own to each © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on January 25, 2024 Last Updated on January 28, 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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