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A Poem by Pete
it's a warm, humid nightyou'd be hard pressed to cut the air with a chainsawthe spent day filled with delight and the long night weighed down by twist..
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A Poem by Pete
What old people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can. Old deeds for old people, and new deeds for new. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
In music are the centripetal and centrifugal forces. The universe needed only to hear a divine harmony that every star might fall into its proper plac..
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A Poem by Pete
The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin and yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient wh..
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A Poem by Pete
My life has been the poem I would have writ, but I could not both live and utter it. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
If it is necessary, omit one bridge over the river, go round a little there, and throw one arch at least over the darker gulf of ignorance which surro..
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A Poem by Pete
The world is a strange place for a playhouse to stand within it. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton; he who does not cannot be otherwise. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
The ocean is a wilderness reaching round the globe, wilder than a Bengal jungle, and fuller of monsters, washing the very wharves of our cities and th..
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A Poem by Pete
Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf. - Thoreau
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