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A Poem by Pete
moving in fluent rhythmswith a heart of refraineyes of melodystrands of hair like resonating guitar stringsmoods of percussiondepth of bassintricate c..
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A Poem by Pete
When a dog runs at you, whistle for him. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
Justice is sweet and musical; but injustice is harsh and discordant. Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it. - Winston Churchill
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A Poem by Pete
A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint. What I began by reading, I must finish ..
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A Poem by Pete
When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. - 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
I 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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A Poem by Pete
As I love nature, as I love singing birds...I love thee, my friend. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
Every path but your own is the path of fate. Keep on your own track, then. - Thoreau
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