Pete
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A September to RememberA Poem by PeteA single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. - Thoreau |
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When Sourdough RisesA Poem by PeteWe must first succeed alone, that we may enjoy our success together. That we have but little faith is not sad, but that we have little faithfulness. B.. |
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Irish SpringA 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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SexpeditionA Poem by PeteI lose my respect for the man who can make the mystery of sex the subject of a coarse jest, yet when you speak earnestly and seriously on the subject,.. |
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I KnowA Poem by PeteThe virtue of making two blades of grass grow where only one grew before does not begin to be superhuman. - Thoreau |
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I Want My MummyA Poem by Peteyou robbed me of my reignleaving me for deadon the river vilemy heart in your clay jarbody filled with the oil of deceptionwrapped in the linen of you.. |
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Life Giving BloodA Poem by PeteMy life has been the poem I would have writ, But I could not both live and utter it. - Thoreau |
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Sewage Treatment PlantA Poem by PeteHope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps. - Thoreau |
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Perfect StrangersA Poem by PeteThe language of friendship is not words but meanings. - Thoreau |
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'Write-on' ManA Poem by PeteEvery generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new. - Thoreau |
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