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A Poem by Pete
I had three chairs in my house, one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
The constant abrasion and decay of our lives makes the soil of our future growth. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
In the midst of death we are in life. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
with a skinny body and heavy lead footshe drove an old tin lizzieno rumble seat for gettin' busy
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A Poem by Pete
A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and those who edit and read it are old women over their tea. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
I was born upon thy bank, river, my blood flows in thy stream, and thou meanderest forever, at the bottom of my dream. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
each and every daywith your quotidian heart in my fumbling handsi made love to you from afarbreathing your meridian sighsrunning barefoot through silk..
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A Poem by Pete
Color, which is the poet's wealth, is so expensive that most take to mere outline sketches and become men of science. - Thoreau
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