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A Poem by Pete
Hell itself may be contained within the compass of a spark. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
Why should I feel lonely? Is not our planet in the Milky Way? - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
i want to make love to a dirty, little rock starhugging leatherkissing tattoosrunning my fingers over the holes in torn jeansregardless of what the rh..
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A Poem by Pete
I am soothed by the rain-drops on the door-sill; every globule that pitches thus confidently from the eaves to the ground is my life insurance. - Thor..
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A Poem by Pete
Always there is life which, rightly lived, implies a divine satisfaction. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway of our virtue. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
First, there is the power of the wind, constantly exerted over the globe... Here is an almost incalculable power at our disposal, yet how trifling the..
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A Poem by Pete
Experience is in the fingers and head. The heart is inexperienced. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the seasons, and in winter, summer is in his heart. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest. - Thoreau
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