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The Rose

A Poem by Pete

Today I stopped to pick a rose.From a burning bush, the finest one I chose. The final fruit from summer spent. I held it close and breathed its sce..

Leaves

A Poem by Pete

We are like the leaves of a tree. Some sprout but are knocked down quickly. Some cling to a branch and find nourishment. Some hold onto one which can..

That Guy

A Poem by Pete

I’m the guy who wouldn’t yield. I’m the man alone in a field. I’m the guy who thought he was right. I’m ..

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